Despite being born in New York, Charlotte had moved around from
place to place a time or two GIVE OR TAKE. But there was just
something about her new — albeit temporary — ‘home’ of Lima, Ohio,
that left a bad taste in the seventeen year old’s mouth, to say the LEAST.
And to add onto the torture of moving yet again? Attending yet another
high school. or as she called it: a Thunder Dome. It was all a mass
waste of everyone’s time either way. ONE year — when not including
the Junior year currently taking place — until being able to move back
to New York and making her Broadway dreams become reality.
The Gordon-Faulkner only stayed silent while observing her surroundings: the
cheerleaders with the jocks, the ‘geeks’... and thankfully she fit in to any
group of any kind. That’s how she’d wanted it. So far no one had noticed her
presence. That is, until the jocks thought it’d be funny to aim catcalls toward her.
“ You know, I bet you think you’re all real clever—— “
Firstoff Charlotte was going to fire comebacks, but chucked the idea for she’d
decided it was A WASTE OF BREATH. Instead the brunette turned, hitting
her head against a locker door that was open. " Oh, son of a bitch! “
Charlotte hissed, holding a hand up to a temple.