<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Angela brushed off both glares, like she really gave two shits about what those fucking animals thought of her; in fact if they hated her it only made her hating them even easier. Honestly they were lucky she did not call them the mistakes of nature that they were and comment on how the school had a no pets policy, though again that would probably just land her in the principles office, again. The number of times she ended up in there for her rude and down right mean behavior toward ferals were beginning to stack up. After they threatened to kick her from school she eased up, still hating and doing what she could to hurt them but being more covert about it. <br/><br/>School was the only thing she had to look forward to, since she was in foster care and had been for most of her life since the death of her family. The person whom was suppose to take care of her in the event of her parents death apparently had also died in the accident with them. Just her luck. So she had bounced from foster home to foster home, according to her file having issues adjusting and bonding with the families whom care she was put under. Of course there was no mention of the one family where the parents were abusive to all the foster children in their care and that it had been Angela who broke the father's arm in three places when he tried to touch her. Yeah she and all the other foster kids there got placed in new homes because with the father's arm broken he was not able to work and the state benefits were not enough to support them all. So her faith in humans were not the best either, though still she in a way blamed ferals for all that was wrong in the world. Their unnatural existence putting pressure and stress on the common working humans making them harm one another. Of course this was a fucked up way to see things but Angela had a very twisted view of the world currently and thus far had not met anything or anyone to fix it for her.<br/><br/>As the bell rang she gathered her stuff, moving to exit and head toward her next class she intentionally bumped into Donta as she went by. Not bumping as hard as she could but definitely enough to let him know it was no accident. With her tablet in hand she headed to her next class Honors Geometry, already pulling up the work from the evening prior as well as the extra assignment she had requested from the teacher. Getting to class she took her seat near the back by the windows, her eyes glaring at the tiger who glared at her when she entered. She knew him to be basically the opposite of her, hating humans how she hated Ferals.</div></blockquote>