Apparently any curfews are broken today by one of the students, who is sitting in the kitchen at 2 AM with an impressive amount of food items in front of her. A carrot is dangling near her face, hovering by itself and glowing slightly in a golden-outlined hue.
She looks exhausted, as anyone would this late at night, but she seems determined to hover around the food as if she's either training or just really indecisive about what to eat. Finally, she takes a bite out of the carrot and shivers. Looking a little pale and as if she's about to throw up, she jumps a bit in fright as someone comes into the kitchen as well.
"I sorry! I was much hungry."
B.) Network
[A young Indian woman with what looks like a mass of golden freckles is staring at the phone, flipping it around a bit before she smiles softly.]
I never have this thing before, [she says in a heavy Indian accent and an obvious newness to English.] My name is Myra. I very happy to be here and learn from other gods.... um, mutants.
Myra | OC | Grade 11
Apparently any curfews are broken today by one of the students, who is sitting in the kitchen at 2 AM with an impressive amount of food items in front of her. A carrot is dangling near her face, hovering by itself and glowing slightly in a golden-outlined hue.
She looks exhausted, as anyone would this late at night, but she seems determined to hover around the food as if she's either training or just really indecisive about what to eat. Finally, she takes a bite out of the carrot and shivers. Looking a little pale and as if she's about to throw up, she jumps a bit in fright as someone comes into the kitchen as well.
"I sorry! I was much hungry."
B.) Network
[A young Indian woman with what looks like a mass of golden freckles is staring at the phone, flipping it around a bit before she smiles softly.]
I never have this thing before, [she says in a heavy Indian accent and an obvious newness to English.] My name is Myra. I very happy to be here and learn from other gods.... um, mutants.