meet and greet the peeps

who: kaysen and open to the teenage crowd!
where: the empty auditorium
when: third hour (designated as a meeting place for people in the group to get to know one another)

Kaysen was the first to arrive, and she sort of hung back and sat down on the side of the stage, dropping her bookbag down on the floor below. She kept reading over the stupid slip that she'd been handed this morning...or not just her, she guessed, like, everyone. She didn't know what the hell this bullshit was, but apparently? There was going to be a fucking sleepover. Yeah she was going to be wearing her hoodie the entire fucking time. And her bracelet. And possibly anything else she could talk Thom into making for her before they had to leave, because hi, yeah, that sounded like the worst idea evereverever. The list of names and shit were on the list but she'd paid little attention, figuring her luck was shitty so whatever. With her special brand of luck, it'd be a bunch of fucked up assholes who couldn't see her because they wanted to talk shit about her and her hoodie protected her.

That would just be awesome, wouldn't it. Lovely. Maybe Ghostal would be there. Or Poter or something. Maybe Thom could get switched. ...not that she would ask that. Or ask any of them anything of the kind. Still, she hoped she wasn't going to be totally alone with people she hated and who hated her right back. That would be nothing but bad, and just because Homecoming hadn't wound up with a Carrie-ending didn't mean this little bout of stupid wouldn't. Blood, horror and burning the place to the ground. Yeah, she could see it. Her thoughts broke off as she heard the door open and she looked up to see who'd arrived.