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.

stuff such as applying to switch schools. I claimed he was my guardian, and worked away in the army, which was why I was left to

I was seventeen, almost eighteen, which meant that I wouldn't need a guardian at all soon enough... but I had to be cautious with what I

that would leave

to be clever, because after the first two locations I had run off to,

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

we rounded a corner and the

two ways, either everybody would notice I was new and

many kids were

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

explain, as he nods and motions for me to follow him as he begins to walk in a quickened

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

beam, knowing that I would have never

before taking off

me

to grab an envelope of sorts before pushing the glasses back up her

She questions, handing me

I reply in confirmation, as she takes a seat once again and begins to type something up on

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 my hands

the student should arrive for you soon." She pushes, as I take a glance at her

her hurried demeanour, before turning to sink in to one of the comfy

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

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

eat the breakfast bar before the student arrives to show me around, finding that it would be rude to do so when he gets

my stomach to growl out