(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: sitting at her desk<br/>Tagging: those in the class mainly Robert<br/><br/><br/>Molly did follow Robert after thanking her teacher for the class well at least half of the class even if had made her nervous. The fact that he was a she or she was a he it was a bit confusing so tried hard not to think on the teacher instead she concentrated on Robert. There was still the fear that he was just making fun of her, but still it didn’t seem that way. Still one had to be guarded, even from the other kids. The worst though were the ones that came at night. Whoever they were…<br/><br/>Robert was aware that Molly favoured one leg over another with a slight limp likely some bone had not been set properly. When he left her she slipped into the bathroom and washed as much as she was able in the short time making sure no one was about. Showers were not a good place, the truth was neither were lavatories. She was just moments in there not knowing how safe they were.<em>They mostly come at night</em><br/><br/>She was waiting for Robert when he came out of the men’s conveniences still clutching to her bag.  After rolling her rather oversized cardigan up her sleeves a little  though not enough to show more than her fingers she walked with the boy back to class, she really did like him he seemed safe, but sometimes even the safest people were not actuallu that, even being with mother was not always secure. Scratch that was never secure.<br/><br/><strong>“Did…did…you mean…it about….dinner…I…I don’t…have an…anything..t..t..t wear.”</strong><br/>