(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/>Molly almost jumped out of her skin and indeed through the shadows but after taking a few breaths the slight girl stayed in her seat though she thought she was going to vomit, and clutched tighter to her bag. However she moved a little further away expecting him to either be cruel with words or worse…Those dark eyes looked at the second year, and he saw real fear.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard and moved that bag closer, it was easy to catch the scent, of second hand, hand me downs and old trainers. “please don’t make fun…” was mumbled and was spoken above a whisper.<strong> “You don’t know where …where…”</strong><em>Where I sleep….they come in the dark mostly</em>suddenly something crossed her mind as she frowned..<strong> “S…sorry….I…I… Am r…really am.” </strong>Her accent was not American if indeed on could  tell from her mumbling.<strong> “Am…am I in your … your place?” </strong><br/><br/>Molly knew some people had particular places in dinner rooms or class rooms or any rooms …<em>any rooms at all</em><strong>“I’ll …I’ll move… I was …was going  to…t…to meet …I think ….maybe not…”</strong>The girl was getting really flustered now as she stuffed her  paper pad and pen into the bag.<strong>“I wi…will go…” </strong>and by now Molly was near curled to the edge of the seat, and looked like she was ready to bolt.<br/><br/>For what it was worth her fingers looked so thin as did her hands almost skeletal . Perhaps he caught a glimpse of old bruising.<br/><br/>All the voices in this room were getting  a bit too much….<strong> “I….I don’t…do cause trouble….I….i am a good girl.”</strong>