Eleanor Warren

It’s, as always, a shitty morning. Eleanor’s Dad Thomas just dropped her off at school, and left with a gruff. “Have a good day, Munchkin” and drive off. It’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s a nightmare for Eleanor. She is trying, okey? She is trying to find a positive in this heated hell called San Fucking Diego. The weather is too warm, the people are too…too fake sunshine? And don’t get her started on the fashion, it’s probably a contest on who is showing the most skin. Ugh… Anyways, Eleanor is making her way to the school, it’s her first day. She has camouflaged herself like them, crop top and shorts, basic new student outfit. The first thing she notices when she enters the school are the girls, giggling and smiling. This could be her, together with Nathalie. “Haaaa…” she sighs, the pain still sitting too deep. She makes her way up the entrance stairs and emerges into the hallway. ‘thank goodness, that place is cooled’ she thinks and waves her way thru the hallways. It’s a typical high school hallway, Jocks leaning against lockers and grinning, nerds huddling into groups and talking about the newest JJK season, Emos…and don’t forget the cheerleaders redoing their whole makeup in a locker mirror. “perfect…just perfect…” Eleanor mutters under her breath and finally arrives at the teachers office. Eleanor is knocking against the door, a little shiver of anticipation is thrilling thru her. ‘here comes the party…’ she thinks and sees as a teacher walks up to her. Gray hair, beer belly and glasses sitting on the nose. “Ahhh…and you are Eleanor, right?” he says, Eleanor winces slightly from his coffee breath. “Yes I am…” she answers, the teacher smiles and shakes her hand. “I’m Mr. Harrison, it’s nice to meet you, Eleanor…now come, follow me. I’ll introduce you to the class. ” he says and shakes her hand. Then they start to walk towards the classroom, some guys by the locker are checking her out, some girls are rolling their eyes. Eleanor ignores them with a snort. ‘Cool, cool, cool…stay cool’ The thoughts are swirling in Eleanor’s mind. they emerge into the classroom, and everyone’s is going silent. All eyes on her. Mr. Harrison is clearing his throat, and he looks over the classroom. “Alright class! Say hello to your new classmate, Eleanor Warren. She transferred here from Washington D.C.” Mr. Harrison says, a mumble is going thru the mass of students. “please be nice to her, and show her around school.” he looks to Eleanor, and gestures to a seat by the window next to another student. “There…see the seat? Next to You, go settle down.” Mr. Harrison mumbles and finally turns to his paper sheets. Eleanor takes a deep breath and walks to the seat. “okey…you can do that Eleanor…you are a fucking fighter Eleanor.” she whispers to herself, and stops by the table, she adjusts the backpack over her shoulder. “Uhm…” she looks down at the bag on HER seat. “Can you put that away?” she asks and points at the bag.