No Compass To Guide | Tag - Riley

[veronica brenna bain]

Ugh, why did the fire srite even bother to attend school? It was just a boring hole of complicated equations and learning and lots of other awful things like that. It was so, very, ridiculously stupid. And she still had two more years! Two! How was she going to survive this? She really didn't know. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe that was why school was invented. It was a secret assassin's creed that destroyed the souls of youths everywhere.

Her chocolate brown eyes widened at the very thought. She...might have struck gold there. It seemed incredibly likely, with all the evil, boring adults populating the world today. Maybe school was invented to drain life out of people. Well. Veronica snorted, and folded her arms. She would never be taken alive! Never! Not by this school, not by evil teachers, not by anything!

Although...the teacher's desk seemed to be making an effort to do just that. She'd been hanging upside-down on it for almost half an hour now, her face flushed a soft rose pink, her flame red hair streaming to the ground, curling lightly at the tips where it hit the cold linoleum of the science lab floor. She...couldn't seem to be able to get up. And she'd be stuck there forever. And die. Maybe she would be taken alive after all. Well. Whatever.

Oh, nope. Bunsen burners. Right, okay. Some kind of lighter was being handed around. What. No no no no no. If there was going to be any lighting of fires around here, Ronnie was going to do it. Not some cheapo lighter that you could buy from Tesco's for a couple of quid.

She swung her legs from the desk in one fluid movement, ending up in a kind of heap on the floor. Of course, she meant to do that. It just made it look even more awesome when she did a sort of tuck-and-roll to her feet. She jumped up, and extravagantly bowed to those that happened to be watching, earning her a few snickers and guffaws from bored, unfocused students.

Before the lighter was even halfway around the classroom, every single bunsen burner was lit and ready for use. It was weird being the only fire sprite in the class. But it was pretty awesome. Made Ronnie useful. Otherwise, she would have been bored as hell, with absolutely nothing to do . Which is kind of what she had now that all the fires were lit. Nothing.

Ah, well, it would work. Somehow. She shrugged to herself, and sauntered back to the front of the classroom, wondering if the desk was still free or if someone else had draped themselves over it. She hoped it was the former. Sure, that desk tried to kill her, but damn, it was comfortable.

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[riley miller]

“I hate being late, I hate being late.”

The young redhead mumbled to himself as he rushed down the large hallway of the school. Math class, he remembered where that was, because he hated it the most. History had also somehow managed to get stuck in his brain and he knew for certain drama and art class were on the first floor. But why, why then couldn’t he remember where his English classroom was? He’d been here for a couple of weeks now, how difficult could it really be? Despite the fact that all the classrooms looked alike, he should’ve learned by now. Besides, every classroom had a number as well, but why did room 206 had a neighbour that was room 104? It didn’t make sense! Or maybe Riley needed glasses; walking by so fast made the small numbers next to the door seem a little blurry.

Glancing from left to right, the boy had to be careful he didn’t trip over his own feet as well; great way to embarrass himself even more: falling flat on his face. Walking into a full classroom, over 5 minutes late was already more than embarrassing enough for him; one embarrassment per day, please! But indeed, just as his eyes scanned the number of a room to his right, the boy lost his balance and tumbled over.

BAM!

Surely, that’d leave a bruise, but worse, his backpack hadn’t been sipped up and now, all his books and notes were covering the floor he sat on. A tired, almost defeated sigh came from his mouth. Maybe it was better just to give up. Skipping classes wasn’t okay, but in this case, Riley did have an excuse, didn’t he? Would teachers accept a doctor’s note that said a student was suffering from severe awkwardness? Had that been an official condition people could suffer from, Riley would be the worst case known in history. He at least thought so himself.

Sitting there, as he slowly gathered all the papers from the floor, Riley gazed around to see if someone witnessed his clash with the ground. Luckily for the boy, the hallway was empty and he didn’t have to feel more ashamed than he already was. When he turned his head back to the right, he spotted the door he was looking for. Room 203. Room 203! Finally.

Swiftly, the boy gathered his belongings and stuffed them back into the backpack, not caring that the papers would be wrinkled this way; he was in a hurry. With the hallway again clean, Riley jumped up to his feet and reached for the handle of the door. He swung it open and decided it’d be best to start off with an apology. “I’m sorry I’m late, I was—“ Oh no.

Not a face in that room was familiar, and Riley could tell clearly, because they were all looking at him as he stood there, backpack in hand and panic in his eyes. This wasn’t a room for English, it much more looked like a science class. The boy took a small step back and checked the class number again; 203. No, wait.. That wasn’t a three, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. It’d been an eight, before some scoundrels decided to play a little prank and scratched off half of the last number. No one had actually fallen for it, because everyone knew they way around the school and all of them knew that 203 was located on the other end of this floor. Everyone, except for this redheaded boy.

Riley could feel his cheeks heating up as the whispering and laughter started. He wanted to turn on his heels, slam the door shut and run, but his muscles were tense and he was frozen in his spot. “S-sorry,” he managed to mumble, but it most likely only made him sound even more fragile than he already was.

[veronica brenna bain]

She could just fall asleep here. Oh, god, it was the most comfortable desk that she'd come across in her time. And that had been a surprisingly large amount; it was amazing how much you could get away with if you blamed it on a disorder that you had. Veronica knew this better than most would. Some f the stuff she'd done...oh, it made her chuckle just remembering it. Most of it was way worse than hanging upside down on a teacher's desk. Way worse.

She sighed as she heard the door click open. The latecomer was lucky that the teacher wasn't currently in the room - no, he'd left to go and sort out wooden splints and bromide and all sorts of other weird science-y things. That teacher was particularly strict about lateness. Good thing Ronnie didn't care. No, she'd cover for whoever-it-was. But...she'd have to move to see who it was.

With a soft groan, she kicked her legs up, propelling her upper body upwards so that she was sitting on the desk rather than hanging off of it. Suddenly, the room had gone quiet, with quiet laughter and tiny, malicious voices filling the break in the conversation.

She turned her head toward the door to notice a boy, obviously flustered, obviously kind of "omigod what am I doing here". It didn't take long for her to figure out that he'd walked in here, assuming that it was 203, the English room. That happened all the time; Ronnie made a mental note to kill the pricks that wrecked that door. It confused the new kids, poor things.

And then she figured what all the snickers and mutters were about. She narrowed her eyes. Now, that just wouldn't do. "Oi!" she yelled out menacingly to the muttering idiots. "Hush up, yeah?!" She death-glared at every single face in the room. If only looks could kill... Ah well. They'd all shut up pretty sharpish after that. A few even looked kind of scared. That made Ronnie internally laugh. Hah! She was feared!

But anyway, back to the kid. He looked...terrified, actually. Poor guy. And the way he stuttered out a sorry? Well. Ronnie gave a dismissive flap of her hand, hopping off of the desk with a swing of her legs. She wandered over to the young man, and shook her head.

"Should be us apologizing, not you," she said to him, flicking her flame red hair out of her face and gesturing in the direction of the rest of the class. "Sorry 'bout that. They're just idiots; pay no notice." She nodded eagerly, and smiled at him. "Uh, y'alright there?"

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[riley miller]

Riley’s eyes slightly widened when he caught sight of a girl with hair as red as a blooming rose. Well, a blooming, red rose, that was. She was sitting on the teacher’s desk, in the front of the classroom; wow, she had nerve. Did she have permission to do such a thing? If she hadn’t, she’d probably already be expelled by now. She looked a little silly as she was sitting there. Then again, she wasn’t the one being laughed, that was him; not many seemed to pay much attention to her, actually. Wow, it must’ve been awesome to be able to be yourself like that. In a way, Riley envied that. Not that he’d be sitting on any teacher’s desk any day soon, but still. Just walking into a classroom without feeling as if all eyes were on him – and even if they were, not care about that – That would be really nice.

But all the snickers and mumbles in the classroom now, those weren’t nice at all. Riley’s cheeks were now nearly the same color as the hair of that girl on the desk was, he thought; a bright red, which would only cause more people to laugh at him. His lips parted again, to try and excuse himself; again. With open mouth, he stood there, but the words didn’t come out. Fortunately, they didn’t have to, because someone else spoke up for him. Say what? Someone else? And a person he didn’t even know either? Well.. wow.

It was her, that girl. Maybe Riley had underestimated her. By her tone and the way she stood up against the people in the classroom, she seemed to have quite an influence here. All the whispering stopped and the room went quiet, but that still didn’t make Riley feel more comfortable; silence was just as terrible.

Oh no, she was coming his way. Riley’s eyes gazed to the left and right, almost as if he tried to find an escape route, a way out of here. His upper body backed away slightly as the girl decreased more of the space between the two of them, but his feet, they stood their ground; no wonder, since he couldn’t really move with how nervous he was. But when she asked if he was alright, she did sound friendly. Riley knew what most popular kids were like though. They did one thing to your face and another behind your back; somehow, the boy always kept that thought in mind. Swiftly, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled after that, to try and assure the girl and just kinda.. make her go away. But it didn’t take a genius to see that he was lying; just the color of his face gave that away. “I.. I need to go,” he added, again quickly. That wasn’t a lie, because he actually had a class. He was already fifteen minutes late, and he looked as if he’d just run a marathon, so internally, the boy contemplated to just go home and hide in bed.

“So, uh.. Bye!” And awkwardly, the boy sort of waved, to confirm he was indeed leaving. His legs moved again and he managed to turn around. With his eyes now aimed firmly at the ground, so that he wouldn’t fall over again, he walked off slowly. One step at the time.

[veronica brenna bain]

The schoolgirl chuckled softly to herself. This kid...was obviously pretty skittish, by the way that his eyes were darting left and right as she slowly approached. Awh, how sweet. She wouldn't have been the same, obviously. She arrived late to the wrong class? Big whoop. She'd just dance around and play the fool. It was funny to see the look of pure bewilderment on the other kid's faces when she did that. Call her crazy, but she kind of got a kick out of being different to everyone else. It was so much better than being the same.

But anyway, this poor kid right here. Damn, had it really embarrassed him that much? She frowned at his mumbled lie. Nope. No, he was most definitely not alright. Embarrassed, probably. Shy, most definitely. Feeling stupid? She wouldn't be surprised. She hated that so much; it wasn't fair on him.

"You can relax, y'know," she said quietly to him, twirling a lock of loose hair around her finger. "We're not going to kill you because you turned up to the wrong class. I used to do that all the time. It's the door's fault. The number... yeah." She stopped speaking for a few seconds there. This probably wasn't making him feel any better.

She blinked as he said he needed to go. Well, duh. It was fifteen minutes into third period; he had a class. He was looking for 203. It was obvious. But did he even know where it was? Ronnie highly doubted it. He wouldn't have walked in here if he did. All the kids, except the newbies, were wise to that misleading number on the door now. He clearly had no idea where he was headed. Well, maybe he did now. But...it was kind of unlikely.

"Wait, wait!" she said, after his farewell. "Do you even know where you're headed?" This was one of the things she hated about Nether Field. Kids weren't given much help when it came to finding things, just an ambiguous map. Stupid, really.

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[riley miller]

As the girl spoke softly to him, Riley felt how his heartbeat slowed down a little; it didn’t pound as crazily anymore, probably because the tone of this young lady was genuinely nice. And he was happy the people in her class weren’t frying him alive for his mistake. The corners of his lips even turned upwards slightly when she tried to ease him, but it didn’t yet completely work. That wasn’t her fault, though; that was always Riley’s fault. It would take at least half an hour before his heart rate would be back to normal. He knew that the moment he spun around and walked off.

‘Walk faster, Riley, just walk faster,’ the boy thought to himself, but his legs simply wouldn’t obey. Perhaps it was due to all the running earlier, or maybe even because of the fall, because his right leg did kind of hurt. His ego still hurt more, though, but that’d pass. Maybe. He hoped it would, at least.

Just as the boy tried to forget everything that had just happened, there came a call from behind him and it was so loud that Riley instinctively turned around, his eyes a little wide as he gazed at the red-haired girl again. She was still standing in the doorway and gazed straight at him. Wait? Why? Wasn’t she supposed to be in her classroom? True, Riles hadn’t seen a teacher in there, so perhaps it wasn’t an official class, just.. some students doing extra curricular activities? Wow, they had to be really willing to get extra credit, if they were to do some extra work in science. It wasn’t Riley’s favorite subject, but then again, what was? But the boy shook his head slightly as he noticed his thoughts were swiftly drifting off again.

Did he know where he was heading? Yes. Home, preferably. And if that wasn’t a possibility, then somewhere else, far away from here. Honestly, he didn’t plan to go to his English class anymore, but at the same time, he had no excuse for staying away. Damn it. He had no choice. Slowly, the boy nodded his head. “I’m heading to 203,” he said, stating an obvious fact. That still didn’t whether or not he actually knew which way to go, though. But since the girl seemed a little persistent, Riley pointed in a direction, to show he ‘knew where he was going’. Unfortunately for him, he pointed to somewhere totally different.

[veronica brenna bain]

Veronica was kind of unsure what to do now, so maybe it had been a good thing when he said he'd needed to go. Nope, actually. He still didn't know where he was going, did he? He was quite obviously at least kind of new; new kids were always a little nervous. Who wouldn't be? A new school could be frightening. The teachers, the kids...the homework. Ugh. Homework. But still. Ronnie actually hadn't come across someone quite as nervous as this one. Whether that was a good thing or not; she wasn't a hundred percent sure.

She couldn't help but laugh at him a little bit, though, when he pointed in the opposite direction to 203. That gesture was obviously meant to show her that, hey, he knew where he was going and she didn't need to intervene. However, the opposite direction... he was headed to History class. And she had a feeling that he was meaning to go to English. The two were closely linked, sure, but... not quite that closely linked.

She took a few steps toward him, still snickering slightly. Not rudely, though. It was more of a fond laugh. Like, an "Awh, that's adorable." kind of laugh. The kind of laugh that happens when a puppy starts chasing his tail or something. Either way, she hadn't intended to be mean. She just found it kind of funny. Was that wrong? ...Yeah, probably. It was kind of mean to laugh at the poor kid. But still.

She gently took hold of his arm, and pointed it in the other direction, before patting it once. No, that wasn't forward. That was just how Ronnie was. "There you go," she said, nodding enthusiastically. "It's kind of in the opposite direction? But, y'know, s'okay. It's easy to get lost around these parts."

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[riley miller]

Oh, darn it. Riley ducked his head slowly as it turned out he’d messed up. Again. The wrong direction; what were the odds? 50/50, actually, and he’d made the wrong guess. It was typical, and actually something the boy could’ve expected, since today was one of those day. One of those days everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. He sighed slightly. Riley wasn’t often lucky, he thought. The girl touching his arm still made him blush brightly though. Oh man, what was wrong with him, really?

“Maybe I should just go home,” he said softly, probably more to himself than the red-haired girl, but it was loud enough for her to be able to hear as well. But right now, he didn’t even really care if she heard it or not. What was she going to say anyway? Maybe she’d agree with him that going home would be the best thing to do. He’d already missed nearly half of English class anyway; what was the use in going now? To be laughed at again?

Surely, if this girl would’ve been in his class, Riley would’ve at least felt a little less bad about all of this. She had a way to make him feel a little more comfortable, but that could also be due to the fact that they were no longer in front of a whole group of people in the room, standing alone in the hallway. Either way, she was really kind and she seemed to be genuine about it.

It made the boy smile slightly. “Hey, thanks,” he said, at least a little less awkward than before. “For what you did in there, I mean.” The boy gestured back towards the classroom. “Shouldn’t you go back inside? I mean..” Yeah, that was pretty much what he meant.