John was leaning against the wall, looking at the students and staff, new and old, walking down the hallways. He had gotten into fights before by glaring at others, so his eyes were shielded by some shades. The first week of school, everyone was always in a trance as they got used to their schedules, teachers, classmates, and waking up early again. There was chatter here and there in the halls, but not as much as later in the semester. He took a swig from a glass bottle of carbonated Dr. Pepper. He saw someone a little ways off struggling with something in their hands. He sauntered over that way, backpack flung over his left shoulder with his soda in his right hand. “Aye, don’t fink yer doin’ tha’ right, mate. Lookin’ ravver strange, dontcha fink?”
Kitty shot him an annoyed look. "Well her, then maybe you ought to lift a hand," she grumbled in response as she readjusted the loveseat in her arms. "This is for my dorm room and I am determined to get it up there." She glanced at him with a wary and defensivelook. Maybe it wasn't what he meant by it, but Kitty couldn't help but feel that he was questioning what she was capable of. And she hated being doubted. "I'm tougher than I look."















