Kalani
ThatPineappleGirl
Toppling out of the word of counting ceiling tiles back to reality, at the oh-so glorious sound of the bell Chloe let out a breath that she hadn't known she was even holding. Springing herself out of her seat and trying to cross the classroom seemed to be a struggle for the not at all graceful Chloe as she almost tripped getting out of her chair and crashed into multiple desks. Feeling her face turn about the color equivalence of a tomato Chloe made a break for the door. You are a mess child. Chloe thought to herself. But she couldn't help her awkward, long-legged clumsiness and the fact that sitting in that classroom one more second made her want to throw a child's fit.
Out in the hallway Chloe saw a small group of people talking and many more people plowing their way through the crowd to an unknown destination. As much as she wanted out of that classroom, now Chloe was faced with the small problem of not knowing what to do next. She didn't know anyone here, and she guessed that she should make an attempt to learn. But everything was becoming too much in the moment. "I just need a quiet second to myself." Chloe murmured quietly to herself as she turned in the direction of the dorms.
As she got to the dorms she realized she had a slight problem. She didn't remember what dorm she was supposed to be in. Chloe began wandering the hallways looking for one number or door, one marking on the wall, a chip of paint, that might look familiar. Becoming more and more frustrated at herself, Chloe facepalmed herself and leaned her tall frame against a wall. "Idiot," she once again began talking to herself. "How do you forget what your room number is?"
Out in the hallway Chloe saw a small group of people talking and many more people plowing their way through the crowd to an unknown destination. As much as she wanted out of that classroom, now Chloe was faced with the small problem of not knowing what to do next. She didn't know anyone here, and she guessed that she should make an attempt to learn. But everything was becoming too much in the moment. "I just need a quiet second to myself." Chloe murmured quietly to herself as she turned in the direction of the dorms.
As she got to the dorms she realized she had a slight problem. She didn't remember what dorm she was supposed to be in. Chloe began wandering the hallways looking for one number or door, one marking on the wall, a chip of paint, that might look familiar. Becoming more and more frustrated at herself, Chloe facepalmed herself and leaned her tall frame against a wall. "Idiot," she once again began talking to herself. "How do you forget what your room number is?"