Ten Little Girls

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Corridors that smelled slightly of stale plastic bombarded the eyes of passers-by (and it was busy, teaming with the life-blood of a school overpopulated, bored minds more caught up in this weeks latest gossip than learning, to the despair of many of a teacher) with a deep, strong blue (punctuated with the black stains of badly-aimed and frustrated kicks), designed to feign cheerfulness, from the grey linoleum floor up to the half-way point, where it then gave way to a rather grimy white. But mostly it reminded some pupils of how little they wanted to be here, and yet were faced with one mediocre life upon leaving.

Or, at least, it did for Song. One of the schools “depressed” goths (or, as she liked to term it, “darker thinkers”).

Busily, she ignored the laughter of people around her as they indulged in the same-old mind-numbing gossip (who shagged who, who's cheating on who, who got overly drunk at the last hormone-riddled party – all sex, sex, sex and alcohol, most of the participants probably virgins trying to look 'cool') by burying herself in her locker, mounds of paper covered in doodles and half-paid-attention-to notes from classes that she'd probably never look at again. The noise was lost to her anyway: a small black device in her pocket pumped music (Curve – Ten Little Girls) into the thin wire that passed below her black vest t-shirt and up, under the mound of messy, badly-dyed black hair tied back into what barely passed as a ponytail (“to keep it out of her eyes” - as if) and into her small, pale ears.


You think of no-one but yourself
You see the rest of us as fools

Someone – a totally uninvited someone – reached over and grabbed one of her headphone earpieces out, dragging her attention from whatever notebook lurked underneath the mess avoiding her grasp to a tall boy (or a boy taller than her, which wasn't hard) dressed in a grey hoodie and jeans. Her brown eyes, rimmed with too-much eye-liner (some of it was yesterdays, and possibly the days before, she'd barely bothered to wipe it off before applying more), fixed him icily as he sneered down at her with contempt.

“Song,” he grinned down at her, saying her name slowly, dragging out, feigning deep thought, mulling over the name, “hippy parents, much? Flower-power free-love druggies?”

“Ugh.”

Closing her locker sharply, notepad forgotten – she knew she'd regret that later, but **** it – she barrelled into his shoulder and snatched the headphone out of his hand where it was held aloft in a position meant for taunting temptation, leaving him free of his planned finishing kick to an ill-thought out jibe.


Ten little girls come out to play
They don't stand a chance,
and got blown away


My Profile:

Name: Derek Brown

DoB: February 26, 1990

Color of Eyes: Light Grey

Appearance: When it comes down to clothing, anything that makes him feel comfortable is acceptable. On average, Derek will be wearing shorts no matter the time of year. The type of clothes he sports don't linger from name brand threads, unless the situation calls for a change. Right away you can see the huge diamond earrings in both ears. It goes hand-and-hand with the rest of his preferred style. Often seen wearing his Classic Reeboks, or Jordans for a choice in sneakers.

Derek has short black hair freshly cut, clad with brown skin and has a medium muscle mass all over. Barely any hair is present on the outside, except for under his arms. With such smooth skin and with facial hair always shaven, he looks nothing over 16. Standing at 5'7" with small hands only makes his image younger.

Personality: Derek likes to present himself as a tough guy, one who can handle the most strict situations that occur, but it's evident that a soft side exists and that his act isn’t always on point. Many who have spoken to him get the feeling that his life is lived for sarcasm. A smart remark is rarely passed up when the chance is given. With this trait, Derek is normally found annoying by numerous people who try to hold a conversation. Despite that fact, it's to be expected for him to be serious when the moment calls for it.

With the way he speaks, it's easy to be fooled into thinking he is not much but a bag of jokes, though it goes in deeper than that. He is persistent in finding out the real nature of things. How one person may see something, Derek will over analyze it and look for a bigger meaning, regardless if necessary or not. This sometimes can be advantageous, but in other situations make him look too paranoid. Even with such a double-bladed factor, the way he thinks can be seen as well rounded, a little more than the average.

Habits: The strange problem Derek has is his random moments counting the words he reads. Should a pair of words come up on a sign of some sort, it's noticeable to see him counting each word quietly. It even comes to bother Derek as he has tried countless time to prevent the issue. Other than that, there's a common one he seems to do all the time, which is cracking his knuckles and toes. Derek will attempt to do so even when that is not possible. When not wearing shoes, he will be caught constantly bending his toes to pop them.

Biography: An American boy that decided to move to the UK seeking a different education in the UK. In America, he attended his last year of High School, the 12th grade which would translate to year 6, looking to complete it at his new destination. Derek never got to know his father too well considering he bailed on him at the age of three. This had given him a different life, one in which his mother had to try and play both roles. Once Derek was able to think for himself more effectively, all he wanted to do was to grow up quickly and become his own man, one his father could not suit. At around the age of twelve, he started to do small jobs like washing cars and cutting grass to make pocket money until he was old enough to get a real job.

It's been only two weeks since his move to live with a friend, trying to learn the ins and outs of life in the UK, an attempt to escape his past in the US. There is a lot of adjusting to be made.