(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 and Tommy<br/><br/>Molly sat down and mumbled a stuttering apology she shuddered a little and sort of scrunched herself in the corner right into it away from the two males and the girls that preen themselves. She was very aware how cruel the popular girls could be; well actually a lot of the boys were too. They always seemed to find the victim in a crowd and singled them out. There was no mistaking this shy dark haired girl may as well have a victim tee shirt on and the word stamped on her forehead too.<br/><br/>It was now starting to seem that Robert had been messing with her head, yes that was likely…it would not be the first time and now these two might be too.<strong> “I….I….I d…don’t like it here…” </strong>there was a mumble and then more words passed from her lips<strong>“better than s…some places….though…” </strong>It was almost hard to see her, no she was there, just remembering her, would likely be very difficult for some.<br/><br/>She coughed a little and then clutched that bag tighter as if it was some armour for her, she did still wonder if people did come at night. However Molly had her own room here. That really was something, they had even allowed her some books and a radio, but one could never be complacent, sometimes …things changed. Time would tell. However it would take a great deal for this girl to let her guard down.<br/>