The Passenger
The school was average, a red brick building, probaly built early twentyth century, with newer add ons turning it into a frankenstein of a structure. The staff were average, middle class, middle age, middle pay bracket. The students average conformists, future bank managers and shop workers. There was nothing special about the place, everything reeked of inadequacy , which was why it was so odd that this should be the place where it all began.
The Observer watched The Passenger exit their bus and walk over to their friends. The Passenger had long straight brown hair which rested around her collar bone. She was as inconsequential looking as the rest of them at this school. Yet this brown eyed, brown haired, little girl was the key to the whole story.
The Observer frowned as he watched the way the child behaved, she was not the sensible sombre future leader they needed, instead she was noisy, rude, raucous, she swore happily at her friends and planted kisses on their cheeks nearly a second after. She stretched on arm above her head reaching up to catch the railing above her. Adorning her wrist were a dozen or so bracelet: string bracelts that had been braided together by hand, leather ones with hanging pendants, one silver chain with a handfull of hanging charms with knocked together and reflected the light. As a teacher in a dull grey suit walked past she dropped her hand behind her head so that her wrist was hidden. The Observer smiled slightly at this she seemed so normal and innocent that
The school was average, a red brick building, probaly built early twentyth century, with newer add ons turning it into a frankenstein of a structure. The staff were average, middle class, middle age, middle pay bracket. The students average conformists, future bank managers and shop workers. There was nothing special about the place, everything reeked of inadequacy , which was why it was so odd that this should be the place where it all began.
The Observer watched The Passenger exit their bus and walk over to their friends. The Passenger had long straight brown hair which rested around her collar bone. She was as inconsequential looking as the rest of them at this school. Yet this brown eyed, brown haired, little girl was the key to the whole story.
The Observer frowned as he watched the way the child behaved, she was not the sensible sombre future leader they needed, instead she was noisy, rude, raucous, she swore happily at her friends and planted kisses on their cheeks nearly a second after. She stretched on arm above her head reaching up to catch the railing above her. Adorning her wrist were a dozen or so bracelet: string bracelts that had been braided together by hand, leather ones with hanging pendants, one silver chain with a handfull of hanging charms with knocked together and reflected the light. As a teacher in a dull grey suit walked past she dropped her hand behind her head so that her wrist was hidden. The Observer smiled slightly at this she seemed so normal and innocent that
