"Oh, good. I was afraid I read the wrong chapter," Ava finally gets out, because luckily it seems both English classes are on the same assignment. Her locker is perhaps the only place that Ava has to be a little bit messy, the only place of privacy where her belongings aren't under constant scrutiny or subject to inspection. Back at the facility she calls home, because she has no other word to really describe her living quarters despite how sterile and un-homelike they are, Ava doesn't own much at all.
Here she has books for her classes, books she's borrowing from the library that she doesn't dare take back with her out of fear they might be determined not suitable. A few notebooks with doodles and attempts at diary entries with random fliers that have caught her interest, or notes on her homework assignments she feels compelled to keep. There's a few metallic star stickers she painstakingly peeled off the "good job!" "excellent work!" gradings that she's stuck to the inside of her locker, though the adhesive isn't strong enough and causing the edges to curl a bit.
She even has a magazine that she stole off another student, or rather... picked up when it was left behind in the lunch room and she was too shy to call out to return it. Pages about new trends and diets and makeup and gossip about celebrities she's never heard of. And as handsome as the pictures of tan chiseled shirtless men on the glossy pages are, Ava finds her far more enthralled with the boy in front of her, heart beating rapidly when he compliments her hair. She reaches up to nervously twirl the end of one of the pigtails again, trying to remember any of the advice the magazine suggested about '10 tips to win your crush!' They had all seemed stupid at the time, but suddenly any of it seems preferable to the way she gives out a small squeak.
Her hand immediately covers her mouth, embarrassed as she bites down hard on her tongue to resist that sudden urge to flicker away out of visibility. "You really think so?" Ava shuffles through her books, putting away the one for her actual class before closing her locker back up with a shy smile. "My..." caretakers? No, she can't say stuff like that. "Parents. Have been trying to convince me to cut it." With a tone indicating she very much doesn't want to.
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Here she has books for her classes, books she's borrowing from the library that she doesn't dare take back with her out of fear they might be determined not suitable. A few notebooks with doodles and attempts at diary entries with random fliers that have caught her interest, or notes on her homework assignments she feels compelled to keep. There's a few metallic star stickers she painstakingly peeled off the "good job!" "excellent work!" gradings that she's stuck to the inside of her locker, though the adhesive isn't strong enough and causing the edges to curl a bit.
She even has a magazine that she stole off another student, or rather... picked up when it was left behind in the lunch room and she was too shy to call out to return it. Pages about new trends and diets and makeup and gossip about celebrities she's never heard of. And as handsome as the pictures of tan chiseled shirtless men on the glossy pages are, Ava finds her far more enthralled with the boy in front of her, heart beating rapidly when he compliments her hair. She reaches up to nervously twirl the end of one of the pigtails again, trying to remember any of the advice the magazine suggested about '10 tips to win your crush!' They had all seemed stupid at the time, but suddenly any of it seems preferable to the way she gives out a small squeak.
Her hand immediately covers her mouth, embarrassed as she bites down hard on her tongue to resist that sudden urge to flicker away out of visibility. "You really think so?" Ava shuffles through her books, putting away the one for her actual class before closing her locker back up with a shy smile. "My..." caretakers? No, she can't say stuff like that. "Parents. Have been trying to convince me to cut it." With a tone indicating she very much doesn't want to.