Kylie Michelle Kensington || Bobby Drake (justchillinhere) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-03-07 12:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | caitlin holloway, kylie kensington, lucy discombe, ren wentworth |
WHO: Lucy, Kylie, Ren, Caitlin
WHERE: Downtown Chicago
WHEN: Wed. 02/29 in the early evening
WHAT: Hanging out, shopping, ambushed by angry mundies
WARNINGS: Violence? Probably cursing. Nothing you can’t really show on prime time tv.
Kylie was not at a point in her life where she was overly enjoying school. At first it was a heavy case of senioritis; when you were eighteen and had the possibility of being a superhero at your fingertips, school just didn’t hold the luster teachers tried hard to embark in their students. Now, however, the dislike of school came mostly from the jeers and anger sent in her direction after the list of reincarnates was released. While a couple of select geek types were excited and wanted demonstrations of her powers, most of the cruel teenage population were going out of their way to recreate awful moments in Bobby’s history. Just that morning she’d opened her locker to an avalanche of little clay models of sentinels.
Clearly, not only were they bullies, but they had way too much time on their hands.
Sometimes she wished she hadn’t transferred from her school in New York to the local one in Chicago. It’d taken some clever parental forgery--she still hadn’t told the eldest Kensingtons where she actually was--but she had done it to be able to go to school closer to the mansion. Whenever she started feeling that way, however, she remembered that it’d be no difference in New York.
“I’m starving,” She announced in the middle of flipping through a magazine. The mall was packed despite it being a Wednesday, so to be heard she had to speak a bit loudly. This wasn’t a problem for the vivacious teen who generally spoke as though she were rocking out at an indoor concert. Bobby was echoing the sentiment in her head; he was craving burgers, a nice, hearty manly meal. Despite being the opposite of manly, Kylie had to agree. A burger would definitely taste good right about then.
“Ew...” She muttered, coming across a page about sex in the magazine. It was tips for in bed, and she was quick to return the magazine to its shelf with a red face. She would just pretend she didn’t see that.
It was then that she noticed the stares and the whispers. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to it at school, but she hadn’t expected it to spread so quickly. Probably classmates telling their families and it spreading. Fucking Facebook. She knew she should’ve gotten rid of that shit.
“Luce, we should probably go.”