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anncliseliu:

anna had been standing in the hall, staring blankly at the map in her hands — school maps never made sense, and she needed to find the nurse’s office, which was apparently not clearly marked on the map because it looked like it wasn’t anywhere in the building. she’d only been broken from her thoughts as she glanced up, blinking at the sight of another student. “ oh, uh … no. ” anna said, shrugging. “ and, if i could read this map, i could help you, however … ” she paused before letting out a long sigh. “ i can’t even find the nurse’s office. ” and, somehow, she wasn’t too upset about that. “ maybe you could try and read this ? could help you find mrs. carranza’s room. ”

“You were given a map?” Her eyes widened, both in disbelief and excitement. How did this girl get a map? Nancy surely hadn’t been given one. ‘Well she could have stolen it from inside cabinets at the administration office,’ The voice inside of Nancy’s head reminded her, ‘You are at Ainsley Academy, it’s not known for law abiding students.’ However, the excitement overwhelmed her, pushing the thought that she could be considered an accessory to a crime if she used it out of her head. She went on to explain, “I know how to read a basic map, but if we are talking about what Dev Patel did in ‘Lion’, I could not do that, I mean I know what city I was born in, but could you imagine just looking at maps of your home country and being able to find your hometown without knowing where it is or a name or anything?” She realized she went off on a tangent to a possibly dangerous girl, and looked down at the map, “Okay, so,” She pointed at an area, “S.S. I assume stands for Social Studies, though could not figure out which room is specifically Mrs. Carranza’s. But I think the lone ‘t’ might actually be a cross for a nurse if you were curious.”

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nsfwalvera:

“I don’t think you’re asking the wrong person,” Alvera stated when she heard the voice, although she knew that she didn’t exactly seem like the type of person who cared about her grades. Which she didn’t, but she did happen to know where that department was. More from wandering around aimlessly or being forced to go to classes raher than remembering it by choice “The expectations chat is the fuckin’ worst. They always ask what you want to get out of the class and the only answer I can come up with is ‘a passing grade’, which is apparently not the one they’re looking for. But, it’s not like a math class is going to change me as a person.” She rambled, her eyes flickering over the unfamiliar face. “I can take you there if you want. I wasn’t doing anything. Although I’m never really doing anything here. None of us are.” 

“No one ever does anything?” Nancy questioned, it seemed like something so far off to her. Sure, at École Sir John Franklin, hell even at École St. Joseph, there were kids who didn’t care about their school work, but no one ever doing anything at Ainsley seemed too extreme. ‘Guess it really is a school for the juveniles,’ She thought. However, despite that thought, she noted that at least people here were attempting to help her, including this brunette and just commented, “I guess that’s one of the things I will have to get used to now. Might take me some time,” Putting on a nervous smile, the kids at this school made her so nervous, she said, “I can agree on the expectations chat. Usually, I just familiarize myself with what I will be studying the year and say to better my knowledge on that subject when really, I just want the A.” She almost let out a friendly laugh, almost, before she remembered where she was and the nature of the conversation and her nervous smile resurfaced, “But yeah if you could just show me there that would be nice. I’m Nancy, by the way.”

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matthewfoss:

Matthew turned and looked down at the smaller girl with glowing eyes. He immediately felt a pang in his stomach because he wanted to help this girl so bad but he had just gotten here himself and didn’t know where things were either. “I’m sorry, I just got here too so I don’t know,” he looked at her with sad eyes since she seemed so nice and was just looking for help. Just like Matthew. “But I’d be happy to help you look for it if you’d like.”

“Honestly, any help would be great. I am truly hopeless here,” She let out a laugh that turned into a smile at the boy with the different colored hair. Well, no matter what he may have done to end up here, at least he wasn’t being violent and offering to help her look, “My mom and dad always said extra pairs of eyes helps. I would like to know the person who I travel down hallways we’re both lost in’s name, though.” If she had to keep one safety precaution, this was that. She still didn’t fully know any of his intentions, and couldn’t risk not knowing an attacker’s name if he attacked her down the hall. However, with a friendly smile, as well as smiling through her eyes, she attempted to hide the fact that the circumstances of which she asked was her being wary.

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“I may be asking the wrong person but,” Nancy started, walking up to another student. Truth be told, she was frightened of being here. She only knew of three other students from Yellowknife getting sent to Ainsley, one had left his younger sister out to freeze while their parents were away, another pushed a fellow student down a flight of stairs, and the final one was so addicted to sniffing gasoline that her parents didn’t know what to do with her. Sleeping with a teacher? Not really up on the list of things that others were sent here for, and she had spent the entire car ride from the airport to the school, as well as walking up to the front doors of the school, cursing at herself in Mandarin, figuring others may know if she did it in French, “I’m supposed to meet my teachers ahead of classes starting, to have a chat about my expectations here. Do you know where I could find Mrs. Carranza, from the Social Studies department’s, room?” She finished asking.

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okay so hi, i’m natalie. i’m from est but i’m not from canada (i’m from pennsylvania in the us) so anything i mess up please forgive me. i’m also 20 years old and my pronouns are she/her/her’s. nancy is my little baby, though this is my first time playing with her fc being tzuyu (though i’m really excited to, twice is my bias group)! her about is linked here. (please forgive me, it sucks.)

i’d love to plot, either message me or like this and i’ll message you!

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the most precious girl in the world 💕💕💕