lost little duckling {open}

[bonnielass]

Just because one has been going to a certain school for a year does not mean that they know every nook and cranny of the campus. Just because one has classes that are very much spread out does not mean that they’ve learned the lay of the land. And this is how Bonnie Cavallon is feeling about her sophomore year at Barrie University.

It’s as if everybody knows where they are going. It’s like she’s the only one who is lost. It’s just so much bigger of a school than she thought, and she can’t tell the buildings apart from each other until she’s at the door. Why can’t Allan E. Poe Conservatory actually look as if it were housing the Fine Arts? If it were up to her, she’d take those artistic students and let them decorate the outside of the building. Let them put their talents to use!

It’s not up to her, though, and so she continues to wander around like a lost puppy. Her schedule is clutched tightly in her hands, her bag is starting to weigh heavy on her shoulder, and her hair no longer looks like it was meticulously brushed and styled this morning. Her class starts in – a quick glance to her watch – forty five minutes, and she is nowhere near knowing where to go. How had she managed to forget her map of the campus? Bonnie Cavallon never forgot things, especially not important pieces of paper like that!

And surely, she could have just asked another student to point her in the right direction by now, but they all look so busy and rushed that she just can’t find herself to bother any of them. That, and she’s not quite sure who she can trust here at Barrie. For all she knows, college students are a bit spiteful and dishonest. Admittedly, she hadn’t had much trouble with the miscreants of Barrie during her freshman year. But… it’s just better to play it safe, right? (It’d be just her luck that she’s over reacting about the whole thing and that this issue could have been solved half an hour ago).

Making her way to the nearest bench, Bonnie sat down, dropping her bag on the ground at her feet, and leaving her schedule beside her. Today was just not her day, was it? First she’d woken up late, and then she’d discovered her roommate had used up all the hot water, and then she burnt herself drinking tea too soon, and now her hair was a frizzy mess despite all the work she’d put into it before she left. She was going to be late to class, the first class of the semester, having just signed up for it.

She, for about the seventh time that day, fussed with her hair, before settling with resting her elbows on her knees and hiding her face in her hands. Might as well just stay here awhile, then, until a better idea came to mind.

notes; first bonnie thread!
why make outfits when other people do it better?