Post by Darius S. Parrish on Nov 25, 2009 16:10:58 GMT -8
(OOC: Farren only)
Darius wasn't so sure how he felt about public school yet. Sometimes he thought it was nice because he got to converse with other kids his age. Other times he wasn't quite sure because he wasn't use to the violent lifestyle. He may have grown up on military bases, but the violence in those places wasn't usually all that bad. 259 was the first public school Darius had ever attended. It was quite different then he expected.
He needed someone to talk to. Someone that he didn't really know, and was a bit older then a teenager. Most of the time older people had more experiences. He was just looking for a little guidance. His mother was nice, but it was hard to talk to her about certain situations sometimes. Darius didn't have his father anymore, and his brother was off in the military. So the next thing that came to his mind was a guidance councilor.
Darius had made his way to the guidance counciler's office. He'd walk inside and he'd catch sight of the secretary. Darius would pause briefly, as if he was contemplating the idea. Eventually he'd move forward and give a smile toward the secretary as he spoke.
"Is the guidance councilor here?"
If he wasn't in, or he was busy then maybe Darius would just figure something else out. This would be more convenient. His right hand would lift to the side of his head, scratching at the gray hairs sticking out from the bottom of his black and red beanie.
Darius wasn't so sure how he felt about public school yet. Sometimes he thought it was nice because he got to converse with other kids his age. Other times he wasn't quite sure because he wasn't use to the violent lifestyle. He may have grown up on military bases, but the violence in those places wasn't usually all that bad. 259 was the first public school Darius had ever attended. It was quite different then he expected.
He needed someone to talk to. Someone that he didn't really know, and was a bit older then a teenager. Most of the time older people had more experiences. He was just looking for a little guidance. His mother was nice, but it was hard to talk to her about certain situations sometimes. Darius didn't have his father anymore, and his brother was off in the military. So the next thing that came to his mind was a guidance councilor.
Darius had made his way to the guidance counciler's office. He'd walk inside and he'd catch sight of the secretary. Darius would pause briefly, as if he was contemplating the idea. Eventually he'd move forward and give a smile toward the secretary as he spoke.
"Is the guidance councilor here?"
If he wasn't in, or he was busy then maybe Darius would just figure something else out. This would be more convenient. His right hand would lift to the side of his head, scratching at the gray hairs sticking out from the bottom of his black and red beanie.
