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<blockquote data-quote="Krizzel" data-source="post: 681187" data-attributes="member: 9062">Monday, 2:25pmSouth High School, South SideSouth High was long, low, brown, and dirty, sitting right within the middle of one of south side’s busy neighborhoods.&nbsp; It was a marked contrast to a school like Lincoln that was a little ways off the main road and surrounded by open lawns and plenty of trees and flowers.&nbsp; Around South High it was hard to find anything that wasn’t paved, and space was an absolute luxury.&nbsp; The school was always begging and borrowing more room wherever it could – and more of anything else they could get, really.&nbsp; There was never enough to go around.Macario had made it to school uneventfully – it was too cold even for the bullies to hang out outside.&nbsp; And once he was there, that hadn’t been too bad today either, aside from the usually stares and hushed voices and giggles about ‘that weird guy.’&nbsp; But that was all what a normal day was like.Roz, at least, understood.&nbsp; She had the same problem, being an outcast among outcasts.&nbsp; Skeletally thin, with a look about her that was always ragged no matter what she did, she was a constant target for abuse from other kids.&nbsp; And if that wasn’t enough, she was confined to a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down.&nbsp; Either as cosmic balance, though – or just because she was stuck inside all the time – Roz had a pretty sharp mind, and a mental backbone forged of solid steel.Chemistry class was the last class of the day, and Roz and Macario were lab partners.&nbsp; They were supposed to be working on the science fair projects, but no one was doing that of course.&nbsp; Roz already had a good deal of it done anyway.&nbsp; Instead she was venting about the neighbor boy who’d been throwing rocks at her chair this past weekend.&nbsp; At the table just in front of them, Faith Richards and Brenda Moran – the popular female duo of South’s sophomore class, provocatively dressed and wearing more makeup than their classmates combined – were snickering and whispering about something.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Krizzel, post: 681187, member: 9062"] Monday, 2:25pm South High School, South Side South High was long, low, brown, and dirty, sitting right within the middle of one of south side’s busy neighborhoods. It was a marked contrast to a school like Lincoln that was a little ways off the main road and surrounded by open lawns and plenty of trees and flowers. Around South High it was hard to find anything that wasn’t paved, and space was an absolute luxury. The school was always begging and borrowing more room wherever it could – and more of anything else they could get, really. There was never enough to go around. Macario had made it to school uneventfully – it was too cold even for the bullies to hang out outside. And once he was there, that hadn’t been too bad today either, aside from the usually stares and hushed voices and giggles about ‘that weird guy.’ But that was all what a normal day was like. Roz, at least, understood. She had the same problem, being an outcast among outcasts. Skeletally thin, with a look about her that was always ragged no matter what she did, she was a constant target for abuse from other kids. And if that wasn’t enough, she was confined to a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down. Either as cosmic balance, though – or just because she was stuck inside all the time – Roz had a pretty sharp mind, and a mental backbone forged of solid steel. Chemistry class was the last class of the day, and Roz and Macario were lab partners. They were supposed to be working on the science fair projects, but no one was doing that of course. Roz already had a good deal of it done anyway. Instead she was venting about the neighbor boy who’d been throwing rocks at her chair this past weekend. At the table just in front of them, Faith Richards and Brenda Moran – the popular female duo of South’s sophomore class, provocatively dressed and wearing more makeup than their classmates combined – were snickering and whispering about something. [/QUOTE]

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