<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Highschool Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Open<br/><br/>What was going on? During the entire commotion the tall, dark-skinned girl had stayed quietly at the back of the group of students, listening to everything that the blind, or so she thought, student she knew passingly had spoken. It seemed simply -outrageous- at first, but... it did explain why when she woke up -no- one else was up, and even when she called out that she was leaving to catch the bus, no answer.<br/><br/>She did mourn for her foster parents, for a few moments once she realized what -did- happen. They were good to her, they introduced her to a stable, safe home, but all of that was gone now, and if there is one thing she -knew- how to do was survive. Perhaps it was not ironic that other families she had stayed with gave her the bits and pieces of knowledge that might help her do just that.<br/><br/>Dark eyes turned towards the parking lot as she begins to quickly move away from the group, trying not to outright -run- but not walking slowly either. A familiar dark Volvo came into view, along with it's familiar driver. Her brisk walk turns into a run as she makes a bee-line towards that familiar vehicle, one she had rode in often herself to get to school, to go to the mall, to go see a movie.<br/><br/>Her backpack jostled against her back, and the bulky blue bag she held in a single arm emblazoned with a large yellow M coming to a halt at the far side of the opened back hatch she quickly dumps her own backpack into the cargo area, setting another blue and gold bag down beside the one that was already in the trunk. Pulling one of the back doors open she quickly throws herself down into the unoccupied seat, her breathing heavy and uneven.<br/><br/><strong>"Elizabeth!"</strong>She calls out to her friend at the driver's seat.<strong>"Wha-what... where are we going?"</strong>She asks, she seemed to know, deep down that following her best friend was the right thing to do.