last seat in the back

[nahash]

The last bell had long since rang and the lights had been turned off. The room was empty except for one lone desk. One desk in the back of the room closest to the windows was occupied. The golden rays of the setting sun shined in through the window. Her thin white face was a washed in the golden light.

Miss Chloe's face rested on her grammar book. Her chest gently rose and feel as she sleep peacefully in her deck. There where books stacked all around her on her desk. A strand of black her fluttered in her face every time she exhaled.

[River]

The door opened, and a slight figure stole into the English classroom, turning her back to the classroom as she closed the door ever so softly behind her. Her sneakers were so worn that their soles were very quiet on the floor. The hems of her jeans were torn and unravelling, and the threads hanging down were long, having been stepped on many times. There were rather large holes in the knees, allowing a glimpse of the thin legs within. Her t-shirt, which also sported small holes here and there, was concealed under an old green hoodie that was slightly too big for her. Having closed the door without so much as a click, Casey turned toward the teacher's desk at the front of the room.

She was off her game, not having slept much the night before, and she didn't notice the sleeping figure in the back of the room. Tiptoeing on silent feet, she approached the desk and knelt behind it, vanishing from sight completely. She carefully slid one of the drawers open, and felt inside, her fingers deftly working their way through stacks of papers, pencils, books, and a stapler. Finally she found it. Her fingers wrapped around a plastic wrapper, and she drew a granola bar out of the drawer. The English teacher always left a granola bar in her desk, and always forgot the next day that she'd left it.

Casey slid the drawer closed, and that's when it happened. The drawer emitted a high-pitched squeak. School was out for the day, so any unusual noise could easily draw unwanted attention. Casey's heart raced and her eyes darted to the door, her ears straining for any hint that someone had heard.

((Btw, the English teacher is my character, so I'm not powerplaying ^^))

[nahash]

The metallic squeak roused Chloe from her sleep. With a start she bolted upright than gasp in terror as her momentum carried her back. With a deafening boom as Chloe and her chair fell over backwards.
She untangled herself from the chair and used her desk to stand. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes with the back of her hand Chloe looked for the source of the noise that woke her up. Seeing the girl by the desk she called out groggily “who, who are you”.

[River]

"Umm...name's Casey," Casey replied nervously, rapidly trying to come up with a convincing cover story as she surreptitiously slid the granola bar in her back pocket. "S-sorry about that..." How had she missed that?! She mentally kicked herself for not seeing the girl in the back, for letting the drawer squeak, for not having a cover story prepared...there was a lot of mental kicking going on. "Wh-who are you?" she asked warily, eyeing the girl. She was rather...prissy looking, Casey thought. Rather pale, long black hair, admittedly pretty green eyes. But she looked like a snobby rich girl. On the other hand, most of the girls at this school looked like snobby rich girls to her, so maybe that wasn't saying much.

[nahash]

Quickly coming around, Chloe straightened her raven hair which was easy since it was in two long braids. She then smoothed the wrinkles out of her emerald green dress. The dress had a Lolita gothic feel but was not overly frilly. It had a high slit on the left side that revealed an ivory underskirt. Having adjusted herself she picked up her books and made her way to the front of the class.

“Nice to meet you Casey” She said in an overly polite tone than virtually screamed fake “I am Chloe Diana Norwood or Miss Chloe if you prefer”. She looked from Casey to the desk than back “Might I ask what you were doing in the teacher’s desk.” Chloe guessed that Casey was looking for test answers or something of that short, She could think of no other reason to be digging through a teacher’s desk this late in the evening.