FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 03 (Slight Edit)

It took a bit to find her way over to the Student Councillor's office, the bell had already rung and a number of students had rushed to class, save few for a number of lazy stragglers or those intending to skip and hang out somewhere.

St. Helens itself consisted of three floors for the main classes and had a two other buildings on the grounds that were connected, which consisted of one for being for workshops, like wood, metal work, cooking and sewing and other things in that regard, the other building was for that sports, lockers and even having a workout room and a second floor turned into a track for people to run and even a pool.

When Charla first saw this she couldn't help but feel how jarring it was in comparison to her old school. The place reminded her more of a small college then a high school. But her father reassured her that it wouldn't be hard to find her way around the school's grounds. And in a way he was kind of right, at least for the most part, it did take her some time to find the Student Councillor's office.

She knocked on the door and heard a woman's voice telling her to enter, upon opening the door a number of books from a shelf fell in a cluttered pile to the floor.

"Shoot," the woman in the office muttered before kneeling down, which seemed like a feet within itself since the woman was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and high heels. Charla found it kind of interesting since the old Student Councillor from her old school dressed in drab unflattering cloths but this woman looked way more like a high class secretary you'd see in TV shows with how her light blonde hair was done up in a slight loose bun and a thin pair of glasses rested on her nose which added more to her light blue eyes and her cleavage showing predominantly from her white elbow sleeved blouse.

Charla made her way over and assisted with picking up the books. "Here,"

The woman looked slightly surprised before smiling at her. "Thank you," she merely looked at Charla before saying. "You must be the transfer student Charla Liebert."

"I am," she said as she picked up the remainder of the books and placing them on a nearby table. "Sorry for being late, I was... lost trying to find my way, a student helped me."

The woman waved a dismissive hand. "That's alright no harm done; I always tend to be a bit of a klutz when it comes to books and things of that nature. But I can run really fast and not fall, even when I wear these." she indicated to her heels. "As for why I'm not sure I suppose it's some strange hidden talent." She then clapped her hands together. "Oh look at me talking away and I haven't even introduced myself properly, my name is Ms. Clark and as you know I'm the Student Councillor so if you ever have any problems you can come talk to me. Regardless of what it is I'm more than willing to listen."

"Thank you Ms. Clark I'll be sure too—" Charla suddenly winced, stopping mid-sentence from the pain that ruptured from her had before rubbing her temple with her right hand.

"Are you alright?" Ms. Clark asked with worried concern.

"Yes I'm fine, just a headache I get chronic headaches from time to time."

The woman rested her index finger on her chin while her left hand held her right elbow. "Oh yes, I believe your father Johan mentioned that on the phone. He told me you suffer from this from time to time. Is there anything you need to assist with this?"

She shook her head. "I don't take medication for this, the doctors that tried too wanted to give me drugs that made me more tired than anything and I never wanted to be like that if I was at home with..." she stopped realizing what she was about to do.