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Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: spellbound | farwick AU
« on: 10/13/2022 at 02:50 »
Gia bit her lip at the girl’s words. She'd been there, as the new girl, even if they hadn't tormented her for nearly as long. Mostly though, it was the accent that surprised Gia. It shouldn’t have, probably; she’d heard people say the new girl was from ‘England or Ireland or somewhere over there’. Gia never paid much attention to what people said though; always what they did.
Still, the other girl’s little smile had Gia smiling herself, lips curving easily.
“Not everyone,” Gia reassured, straightening and pulling the girl up with her.
But kind of, she didn’t want to say. It was true that not everyone was that horrible in Sandbreak. But it was a small, seaside town in Virginia. It was a lot of old, intertwined families where kids all grew up together and married each other, and on and on. Outsiders and different wasn’t always welcome.
Something that, as the daughter of Cuban immigrants, Gia had found out pretty fast.
She scanned the girl over, making sure everything was actually in order, before remembering she should let go of her hand. Dropping it quickly, Gia busied herself with pulling the strap of her green Jansport backpack tighter around her shoulder. She could faintly hear the words of Foreigner’s “Juke Box Hero” playing around her neck. “Don’t mention it.”
"Anyway, I'm Eloise. I just moved here this summer."
Now Gia’s smile pulled fuller, and she nodded a little, because she knew that, but didn’t want to sound weird. “Gia.”
“Where from?” So she settled on sounding dumb instead. Or at least, Gia felt dumb, and like she should know which country it was by the accent alone.
The halls were starting to empty out, and Gia glanced back the way she had come. “Uh,” Gia looked at her wristwatch before meeting Eloise's gaze again, eyebrows arching slightly. “You weren’t catching the bus, were you?”
Because it was definitely gone already.
Still, the other girl’s little smile had Gia smiling herself, lips curving easily.
“Not everyone,” Gia reassured, straightening and pulling the girl up with her.
But kind of, she didn’t want to say. It was true that not everyone was that horrible in Sandbreak. But it was a small, seaside town in Virginia. It was a lot of old, intertwined families where kids all grew up together and married each other, and on and on. Outsiders and different wasn’t always welcome.
Something that, as the daughter of Cuban immigrants, Gia had found out pretty fast.
She scanned the girl over, making sure everything was actually in order, before remembering she should let go of her hand. Dropping it quickly, Gia busied herself with pulling the strap of her green Jansport backpack tighter around her shoulder. She could faintly hear the words of Foreigner’s “Juke Box Hero” playing around her neck. “Don’t mention it.”
"Anyway, I'm Eloise. I just moved here this summer."
Now Gia’s smile pulled fuller, and she nodded a little, because she knew that, but didn’t want to sound weird. “Gia.”
“Where from?” So she settled on sounding dumb instead. Or at least, Gia felt dumb, and like she should know which country it was by the accent alone.
The halls were starting to empty out, and Gia glanced back the way she had come. “Uh,” Gia looked at her wristwatch before meeting Eloise's gaze again, eyebrows arching slightly. “You weren’t catching the bus, were you?”
Because it was definitely gone already.
