(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: well at the back<br/>Tagging: open mostly Brandon<br/><br/>Brandon might have got a few things right but the sad thing was Molly was not a street kid, though she knew the streets she had not really lived on them. However care homes and foster homes had there own had there own terrors and predators. Of course a few she had been in were relatively good, but much of it was the fear of not knowing. Also being sent home to her mother could be as distressing… most distressing. She looked at the student sitting next to her trying to figure him out, and understand him.<br/><br/><strong>“Than…thank…. You.”</strong>Molly paused for a short time and then with some speed grabbed the spoon and ate the yoghurt in front of her all the time waiting for him to either take it from her or just cruel. The girl was most definitely more than nervous and extremely watchful. Once finished almost automatically the spoon was put in her bag, likely as many others had before. It was a force of habit it was done without thinking.<br/><br/>Those dark almost dark eyes if the night sky looked up briefly though still would not look directly at him. This girl was a bully’s dream.<strong>“I…I ….I am M…mo Molly.”</strong>Her dark skin briefly flushed.<strong>“A…a boy c..called Robert…said….well I I think he forgot me…people always …al…always d…do. Its…good s…sometimes.” </strong>Molly curled up a little and her face was hidden once more. She was certainly a shrinking violet and more.<br/>