<a class="postlink" href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/31/97/babe,cute,gal,girl,idea,photography,pretty-3197a868d6aa3bc75cb146916331ee66_h.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Abigail Weathers or Abby for short<br/>Age 18<br/>Height: 5'6<br/>Social Status: Rebel<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Abigail looked in her rearview mirror at her reflection as she pulled into the school parking lot. Gray stormy eyes stared back at her, telling her that anywhere other than here was where she wanted to be. Brown curls cascaded down her shoulders and framed a little-to-no-makeup face of a young woman who had put a little too much cover-up on one specific area underneath her left eye, high up on her cheek bone. Frowning in displeasure as she saw her "handy-work", Abby muttered underneath her breath about the lighting in her creepy old house.<br/><br/>Looking back in front of her, Abigail pulled into a parking space at the very back of the parking lot, closest to the woods and farthest from everyone else. Bending backwards over the back of her red, leather car seat, she hooked the strap of her backpack in one hand before giving a soft grunt of effort as she lugged the heavy rucksack into the front seat next to her. Once more checking her appearance before she shifted to open her car door and step out.<br/><br/>As she tilted her head back to look up at the school in front of her, Abby inspected the place for exits, to where she could make a quick getaway if needed. The school was two stories high, but not very big, surrounded by woods in every direction except for out onto the open highway. Glancing upwards, the sky was as stormy and gray as Abby's eyes, the heavy, pregnant clouds threatening more rain.<br/><br/>"The town is empty and now it never stops raining. Perfect choice dad," Abigail muttered unhappily underneath her breath. Practically slamming her car door shut, she hitched her backpack high onto her shoulder before she made her long walk towards the front entrance doors to the school. Already being twenty minutes late, Abby wasn't surprised when she walked in and the hallways were as silent as the grave. The distant, muffled voices of teachers could be heard but just enough to where you were confident enough that they even had school that day.<br/><br/>Looking around as she headed for the front office, the school had called her yesterday and informed her that they would be having a teacher show her around for the first three days before she was on her own. Abby didn't like the idea at all, especially now since that meant she couldn't sneak out and ditch for the first three easiest days of the year. Sighing heavily as she pushed her sunglasses up into the tangled mess of curls, her ratty red converse sneakers tapping against the tiled floors, almost loud enough to interrupt the whole school it seemed. Blowing out a bubble in her bubble gum as she reached the office, Abby stopped at the door and stared at the gold plated name card screwed into the door. 'Principal Alex Wood'. Well this was it, this is where her life would start all over again. Of course Abigail would never take advantage of such a thing, but it was nice to daydream about for a few seconds before she started all over again.<br/><br/>Reaching out for the doorknob, Abigail shifted her weight and pushed the door in. Two men stood in the room chatting casually before the principal noticed Abby's arrival. Standing up, he shot her a smile and held out his hand for her to shake. "Abigail Weathers I assume?" he inquired, a brow rising up on his forehead. Giving a silent nod, Abby stared at the man's hand but didn't want to show enough respect to take his hand. Mr. Woods cleared his throat uncomfortably and slowly pulled his hand back before gesturing towards the second man. "Abigail, this will be your escort for the next three days," he informed. Abigail looked up at the man.<br/><br/>(you don't have to have a picture, I just wanted to put one up for better visualization =D )