 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
The best part about being back here was that Odaline was able to throw herself back into learning without worrying about what was happening in her life away from here. Or if there was a life away from here. Luckily, she knew she was able to stay for the winter holidays which gave her parents until next summer to come home. Now was not the time to think about that or anything. Now was learning time.
She clutched her satchel of the school supplies she had been given close, not wanting to think about the trouble she would get in if they were to be lost or stolen and entered the classroom. Oda looked straight at the new Professor, choosing not to say anything in greeting and fly under whatever radar she possibly could.
However, this stupid boot thing drew all the attention to her when she put it on and Odaline began to feel extremely at risk with people knowing things about her. She didn't have people. She didn't have friends. This was extremely exposing, but she took her shoe off and put on the boot herself. Quick enough for the answer and quick enough to hurry to get seated so someone else could have eyes on them. Her eyes specifically, because Oda wanted to know what made these people tick. How she could get under their skin if they annoyed her. Which they did. Always. By smelling like teenagers and acting like teenagers and not taking their education seriously.
She had wrote out at the top of her parchment, though. Whatever it meant.
'O. Buchanan
INTJ-T
Architect'
And watched.
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