Post by Holly Mason on Jan 21, 2014 22:22:40 GMT -5
Life was an imperfect thing. Most people would just accept that and move on with their lives, but Holly was not most people. She believed herself to be a revolutionary of sorts, thus any imperfection or annoyance must be crushed or fixed. Right now, she wanted to improve her, and everyone else's, school life. School was lead by people that have corrupted the very idea of education. Right now it served the teachers and staff more than it did the students and that was just unacceptable. It would be difficult to topple the entire regime, but she could take small steps to improve the current situation at least. She decided that the first order of business would be to destroy mandatory attendance. If people were free to come and go as they pleased then the classes that were not worthwhile would never have students and the administration would have to change the classes to suit the needs of the students.
To accomplish this, Holly organized a mass skipping. If enough people didn't show up to class it would be difficult to punish them all and it would make a great statement. To make it even more desirable, she scheduled it on a Monday because no one likes Mondays. She was sure any actual delinquents would go along with it because any excuse to skip is a good excuse to skip. Holly's job was appealing to the students that desperately wanted more control over their own school life, but were too afraid to do anything about it. The 'good students' who weren't satisfied with the status quo, but lacked the guts to do anything about it. She was very careful in her movements, generally communicating through notes with several different handwritings and rumors. The times she did speak to people in person it was normally done in disguise. She didn't want anything leading back to her and she didn't want anyone to be able to snitch on the mastermind.
Unfortunately, nothing is ever perfect. The student council president managed to catch wind of it somehow and, at the very least, suspected her assuming he didn't know more. She didn't know where she messed up, but if one person figured it out more might have too. She had to be careful. Hopefully she had fanned the flames enough for them to turn into something beautiful without requiring any further action on her part. Regardless, she would find out this coming Monday and she could hardly wait.
Today though, she still had to suffer through school. She payed attention in some of her classes and just drew ovals on her 'notes' during others. It was hard to not get distracted by the thoughts of her plan coming together. Eventually, lunch came.
One area Holly differed from other rich people she knew is that she honestly didn't care for food. As long as it filled her belly and kept her alive she really didn't care what was in it. Most of the time she didn't even taste it since she rarely just ate without doing something else while eating. Thus, she was more than fine with eating bad cafeteria food and often didn't leave school to get something better. Today she didn't feel like taking a walk, so she just decided to pick something up the cafeteria. Most of the time she might sit at a table with some friends or sit next to some random people and strike up a conversation, but there was something else she wanted to do today. Walking around the outside could be difficult, so she wanted to know if she could possibly modify a car or a motorcycle to help her with her travels. She had money to burn and access to car parts via both the abandoned car factory and legitimate stores, so it was worth a shot. She went to the library before school and picked up a book about modifying and repairing cars. She was no mechanic yet, but you have to start somewhere right?
So, Holly did what she always did when she was feeling antisocial at lunch: she grabbed a smaller table from somewhere in the cafeteria and a chair and dragged them both over to an empty corner. She left the other chairs where they were; it's not like she needed another one if she intended to spend lunch alone. It created a loud creaking noise, similar to that of nails on a chalkboard, but she didn't particularly mind the stares. She was Holly, people were supposed to look at her anyway. She was also moving in a straight line to her destination. If people didn't get out of her way it was their own damn fault. It's not like she was being quiet or was somehow completely unnoticeable. With her little eating area set up, she set her food and her book down and plopped herself into the chair, ready for an uneventful lunch of learning to be a mechanic. And food too she guessed.
To accomplish this, Holly organized a mass skipping. If enough people didn't show up to class it would be difficult to punish them all and it would make a great statement. To make it even more desirable, she scheduled it on a Monday because no one likes Mondays. She was sure any actual delinquents would go along with it because any excuse to skip is a good excuse to skip. Holly's job was appealing to the students that desperately wanted more control over their own school life, but were too afraid to do anything about it. The 'good students' who weren't satisfied with the status quo, but lacked the guts to do anything about it. She was very careful in her movements, generally communicating through notes with several different handwritings and rumors. The times she did speak to people in person it was normally done in disguise. She didn't want anything leading back to her and she didn't want anyone to be able to snitch on the mastermind.
Unfortunately, nothing is ever perfect. The student council president managed to catch wind of it somehow and, at the very least, suspected her assuming he didn't know more. She didn't know where she messed up, but if one person figured it out more might have too. She had to be careful. Hopefully she had fanned the flames enough for them to turn into something beautiful without requiring any further action on her part. Regardless, she would find out this coming Monday and she could hardly wait.
Today though, she still had to suffer through school. She payed attention in some of her classes and just drew ovals on her 'notes' during others. It was hard to not get distracted by the thoughts of her plan coming together. Eventually, lunch came.
One area Holly differed from other rich people she knew is that she honestly didn't care for food. As long as it filled her belly and kept her alive she really didn't care what was in it. Most of the time she didn't even taste it since she rarely just ate without doing something else while eating. Thus, she was more than fine with eating bad cafeteria food and often didn't leave school to get something better. Today she didn't feel like taking a walk, so she just decided to pick something up the cafeteria. Most of the time she might sit at a table with some friends or sit next to some random people and strike up a conversation, but there was something else she wanted to do today. Walking around the outside could be difficult, so she wanted to know if she could possibly modify a car or a motorcycle to help her with her travels. She had money to burn and access to car parts via both the abandoned car factory and legitimate stores, so it was worth a shot. She went to the library before school and picked up a book about modifying and repairing cars. She was no mechanic yet, but you have to start somewhere right?
So, Holly did what she always did when she was feeling antisocial at lunch: she grabbed a smaller table from somewhere in the cafeteria and a chair and dragged them both over to an empty corner. She left the other chairs where they were; it's not like she needed another one if she intended to spend lunch alone. It created a loud creaking noise, similar to that of nails on a chalkboard, but she didn't particularly mind the stares. She was Holly, people were supposed to look at her anyway. She was also moving in a straight line to her destination. If people didn't get out of her way it was their own damn fault. It's not like she was being quiet or was somehow completely unnoticeable. With her little eating area set up, she set her food and her book down and plopped herself into the chair, ready for an uneventful lunch of learning to be a mechanic. And food too she guessed.