"Let’s see.." Lana muttered burying herself in her bag not paying any mind to where she was going, her tiny frame made it easy to bypass people, but Lana could trip over air.
”..My books…Joffrey’s…Sandors? why do I have those?” bumping into a teacher she apologized and continued on her way, again sticking her nose into her bag.
”..Shopping list…since mom is probably going to be drunk I’ll have to cook..” not seeing the taller boy walking out of a shop class carrying wood she rammed into him.
The clattering of wood and the boys cursing made her look, “I’m so sorry! that was my fault! let me help!” Lana thought the curly haired boy looked familiar but couldn’t put a nae to the face.
"Son of a BITCH." Jon's words flew from his mouth as he flew to the ground, the chin-high stack of plywood he had been carrying clattering to the ground all about him. He hadn't even heard her, was merely cursing beneath his breath, gathering the plywood back up as fast as he could. He didn't see who had hit him, and he didn't see, yet, that she was helping him retrieve the lost material.










