Halley made her way onto the courtyard after leaving the cafeteria during lunch. The courtyard was cement-covered and the little areas of grass there were were filled with dead, ugly grass from being stepped on too much and the administration just giving up. She’d just bought a smoothie and was now supposed to find Spencer so they could do that fortune telling thingy. Halley swished the smoothie around in her cup, hearing to the tiny beads of strawberry hitting the snow-white Styrofoam. She pulled her jackets closer to her, her black leather covering her blue vested-hoodie, and made her way to the covered area. It was freezing outside and Halley was from Los Angeles. She wasn’t used to this kind of weather and it was annoying her. Cold gave her headaches. And now she was drinking a smoothie, which made absolutely no sense, except for the fact she forgot to bring money for her lunch account, and all she had was enough for the smoothie and a cookie.

Halley sat down against the wall and took a sip of her smoothie, waiting and daydreaming. She took her sketchbook out of her messenger bag and laid it on her lap. Her messenger bad was white before she sharpied it every color known to man. It had random doodles she drew on it during Freshmen year before she ran out of space on it and retreated to tests, homework, and her Chucks. She put her smoothie down and fished for a pencil inside her bag before sketching a still of the not-covered-area. Halley loved drawing people. She was really into sociology and psychology and just people. They interested her. Halley loved knowing why people were on way, the affects of abuse, of over-protectiveness, obesity, anorexia, whatever. Plus, she was pretty damn good at advice, so that was a sign. Of what, she didn’t care, but she just loved all this stuff.

NOT DONE. MY FRIENDS COMING OVER & I WANTED TO GET THIS OFF OF WORD.