Shadows In Durango

Chapter 2

*****Sofia's POV*****

Standing from the floor, I move to crack my aching back with a sore stretch.

Sleeping on the floor was not the best form of sleep but it would just have to do right now.

I got myself ready for school, deciding to wear the blue tee and new jeans I had purchased from the thrift store yesterday, providing a sense of freshness from the clothes I usually rotated between these days.

My hair and body was now spotless after an hour of relentless scrubbing in the cold shower which needed to be done - and I was thankful that my hair dried naturally straight which meant that I didn't have to style or attempt to fix it too much either.

With a heavy spray of deodorant and a scrub of my teeth, I pull my bag over my shoulder and head for the door - thankful that my two neighbours hadn't yet emerged in the early hours of the day.

I followed the small map on the pamphlet, realising that the school wasn't too far from the town centre which made things easier for me.

It was roughly a fifteen minute walk in to town and then no doubt a few more minutes walk from there. I liked walking, but recently find myself taking dizzy turns probably due to my lack of a healthy diet.

At first it was a struggle, trying to watch what I was spending by cutting back on my food, but at this rate it was a terrible habit that I often forgot about.

I was the skinniest I had ever been, which made me feel slightly queasy whenever I thought in to it too much. My old clothes didn't fit the same, and I was angry with myself for letting go of my appearance so much over the months that I had ran away.

I was always slim, but had curves which I didn't mind, but by now, any sort of ass that I once had was non existent...

If my forged paperwork had been accepted by the school then I should hopefully get a free lunch every day which will keep me going though.

I had gotten good at this forgery stuff, although it did worry me with what could or would happen if I ever got caught.

as applying to switch schools. I

I was seventeen, almost eighteen, which meant that I wouldn't need a guardian at all

card in his name, but that would leave a foot print of where I was since I would

had run off to, I realised how quickly they could

the town, I noticed a young guy with a backpack on and decided to follow behind him assuming that

minutes, we rounded a corner and the large building stood

worst part about moving, having to start a new school. The first day could go one of two ways, either everybody would notice I was new and could make my life a

many kids were here yet as I headed inside

find a man with glasses, cocking an eyebrow down at me as I nod assuming he was

he nods and motions for me to follow

push my feet quickly to keep up, turning a left and then a right before

I beam, knowing that I would have never found this place

once more before taking off again, leaving me standing by the door

seeing the small elderly receptionist peer up at me from her

an envelope of sorts before pushing

be Sofia Isabella yes? The newbie?" She questions, handing me an envelope

in confirmation, as she takes a seat once again and begins to type something

he should be here in ten minutes. You also get a free lunch is that correct? You will find your student lunch card in the welcome pack and it should already have credit on it for you to buy your lunch. You bring the card back to us every three months for us to update the credits. Your timetable will also be in your welcome pack but you will have first two classes off to go on a tour of the school." The receptionist recites her checklist with ease, showing me that she had done this role many times before and that I was just another typical new student to her - nothing special. "That all makes sense, thanks!" I respond, fumbling with the large brown envelope in

seat, read through your pack and the student should arrive for you soon." She pushes, as I take a glance at her name badge

at her hurried demeanour, before turning to

sound was of the keyboard clicking, as I tore open the envelope and revealed

map of the school which I placed aside, a key to my own locker which was number '804', my lunch card with my name on it, a welcome breakfast snack bar which I was more thankful for than she even knew, a booklet listing what the school offers for extra credit with what clubs were

to eat the breakfast bar before the student arrives to show me around, finding that it would be rude to

my stomach to growl