001} hard knock life
Despite Maryâs many years of living, this was the first time she had actually been to a school with other children. How things operated were a big shock to the girl, and she was lucky not have had some sort of nervous breakdown while walking through the halls. She had never dealt with so many people gathering in one place before, not alone anyway. If she knew that any of the others that she knew were nearby, maybe she could have handled things better.Â
She somehow managed getting to and from classes by keeping her head down and trying to make herself as small as possible. Her feet often stumbled, almost making her trip and fall, but it had never occurred fully yet. The child was glad for that, not wanting to make a mess and cause unneeded attention to her person. She already felt like she was going that just by being there, a head full of white hair and deep red eyes, or maybe she was just overreacting, that wouldnât be a surprise. The medusa had a habit of thinking the worse when forced into new situations.Â
Finally, the last bell of the day had rung, and Mary quickly exited her last class. Leaning her back against the wall, she let out a sigh through her nose, and let her shoulders sag in relief. She had made it through the day with no accidents, a feat that was rare even within her own home. Feeling a little bit more confident, she removed herself from the wall to begin walking. When turning, her bad luck kicked in, and she stumbled on her feet before falling right against someone, causing both her and whoever it was to fall on the floor.
It took a few seconds for the child to process what had happened, but when she did she immediately straightened herself. Her face burned hot with embarrassment, and the sudden need to cry was overwhelming, but she managed not to do so, not yet anyway.
âI-Iâm so sorry!â she spoke, lip quivering slightly and hands clutching the fabric of her skirt. She had messed up big time, and she hoped the person wouldnât be too mad at her.Â
