03-27-2010, 12:20 AM
She wasn't sure why she'd decided to come to school today. It must have had to do with a vision, not that she could particularly remember -exactly- what she'd forseen. But she'd dutifully written 'SCHOOL' on the calendar, and dutifully shown up. But...come lunchtime, if she was still bored, she could always ditch.
She looked down at her notebook, wondering what it was that her hand had gotten away from her and sketched. Another murder? Or maybe a car crash... She was certain it would be something bloody or morbid or otherwise awful. So it was a bit of a relief when she discovered she was sketching a boy her own age.
How odd.
Her visions were nearly -always- of dark things, the sort of things someone would want to -change- about the future. Things like...her own death. It was coming...just a few more weeks and she'd be floating dead in the river that ran through downtown. All the more twisted that her visions were, as far as she knew, -not- things that she could change.
She sighed frustratedly and shut her notebook, earning a glare from the teacher. But since when had she -ever- cared about teachers? And she was known for her bad attitude, listed most of the time as 'beyond help'. Of course, it was also whispered that there was something wrong with more than her attitude. She -always- wore long sleeves, and it was rumoured that she was an 'emo', with all the implications of -why- she wore long sleeves behind it.
She tucked a lock of long black hair behind her ear and stared down at the notebook, pushing her glasses back up her nose and wishing she wasn't so dreadfully nearsighted. It was stupid to have come in to school when she'd been skipping since the beginning of the year, and of all things it seemed they were getting a transfer student in. The teacher was introducing him now, and Becca's eyes flicked from the portrait on the page up to his face. She'd drawn -him-.
Even curiouser, but she was long out of the habit of questioning such occurrences.
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