Saint Joseph School

Hey, toots. You need anything, I'm your girl. Capisce?

Continued from: Student Information

Scarlett shuffled back from the bathroom, her lime green flip-flops scuffing on the carpet, her long arms folded up to clutch the white terry cloth around her. She rarely ever let her arms swing free; after multiple growth spurts, it was easier than learning ...

Scarlett leaned on the counter, pinching the front of her smock dress in a vague approximation of cleavage, and smiled sweetly at the Kwik Mart attendant, chewing gum popping.

"And a carton of Marlb Reds, puh-leez."

The Persian boy faltered, his eyes flicking to the "We card under 35" sign pasted ...

Scarlett grins at Jacob as she approaches him in the hall. "Hey, hot stuff." She winks as she passes, her chortle devolving into a sputter of coughs. Trailing papers from her armload of books, she gives a dismissive wave as she wobbles away.

Continued from: Impatient Inpatient

Horizontal slabs of sunlight filtered down to the weed-infested gravel, trapped in the limestone dust kicked up from scrambling beneath the bleachers, mingling with the smoke. She'd talked a thug into parting with his Camels over lunch period and had finally ...

Dr. Conrads escorted her across the grounds to the Athletic Center. Again, Scarlett found herself gawking at the variety of strangeness in many of the students. Colors, shapes, sizes, dealy-bops. Compared to these freaks, she thought, she'd have it easy. Unlike at Maple Ridge, where no one gave her ...

Continued from: Student Information

Now they sat in the office of Dr. David Conrads, counselor at Saint Joseph School. He had spoken at length with the director of Maple Ridge about this transfer, but this was the first time he had met the girl. She seemed stable enough. Sedate, apathetic.

"Ms ...

Full Name: Scarlett Elizabeth Crosse
Handle: Scarlett Crosse
Hero Name: none
Known As: Scarlett, Scar, creepy girl
Prefers: Scarlett, or anything intimidating