Fiona, age 18 Senior. Punk girl with a sweet attitude, but by first glance comes off as mean, though if you get on her bad side it could be bad for you.
Fiona pulls up to the school in her mothers Station wagon. Her black hair, with pale blonde streaks blew in her face. She pulled a cigarette from her ear and lit it, blowing the gray smoke out of her full lips. She had a lip ring, and both her ears pierced heavily. She wore a bright green SLC Punk fited top, and tight jeans, she rolled up to under her bruised and cut up knees. Her combat boots, where barely laced, and her socks didnt match. She smiled at a few wondering, and then entered the school building.
as ragnard was leaving the building he sees this girl She had a lip ring, and both her ears pierced heavily. She wore a bright green SLC Punk fited top, and tight jeans, she rolled up to under her bruised and cut up knees. Her combat boots, where barely laced, and her socks didnt match. "my gosh girls here arent that classy where i came from"ragnard said to himself as he was leaving the building.
She begins to get bored, and heads out to the parking lot. She walks to her car and sits on it, liting yet another unhealthy cigarette. She leans back, and takes a small drag. She runs her hand in her hair, and lets the wind brush it into her face. SHe roles her eyes, at the teacher she hates most, he enters the building. She finishes her cig.
She puts her cig out on the bottom of her boots and leans back with both hands. She looks up at the sky for a few, and zones. Then returns back to earth, to hear the bell sound. She shook her head a bit and stood to her feet, walked to her drivers seat and sat down. She turned on The Distillers and leaned back her chair, and sang to herself.