whisper || isaac lahey

one

SAT ON TOP OF THE RIZZO SCHOOL OF ARTS DORM BUILDING WAS FIFTEEN YEAR OLD PERSIA GRIMM. The air surrounding the young girl who sat atop the brick building was cold, as it had just stopped pouring rain a mere ten minutes before.

The concrete she was laying on was wet and there were puddles of rainwater scattered around, her battered up converse were peacefully laying in one. Her socks were wet and her feet were practically frozen but the young girl didn't care.

It had just become twelve in the afternoon, her fourth class of the day had just ended and lunch was about to start, but Persia had been up here all morning. It didn't start raining until ten, but Persia couldn't be bothered to move so she stayed there and let the rain fall down on her.

She knew she would most likely get sick but she really didn't care, that just meant now she could miss class and actually have a reason for it.

Persia had been at this school since she was twelve. She'd come from a fairly small town in the Bay Area called Beacon Hills, and going from a small town to the Big Apple was a bit.... jarring for her at that age, especially with everything that was going on in her family.

Her school was pretty big, there were over three hundred students that lived on campus in the boarding rooms and almost two hundred that lived in New York. Her hometown's high school barely had half of the number of students that her school did.

When Persia had first come to the school when she was twelve she had liked it but now, at fifteen, she realized how suffocating the school truly was.

The teachers gave you absolutely no freedom at all. The students that were living here were not allowed to ever go off campus for anything. Not go to the mall or to a restaurant or even to the corner store to get freaking tampons. If you needed or wanted something you had to ask your dorm advisor and if they were in a good mood you might get what you asked for, but usually, you didn't.

Obviously, they couldn't keep the students locked up in the school or else they would complain to their parents and that would be the end of the school, so there were designated days that students could go out, but only the "good" students were allowed to go, meaning the teachers gave the students they didn't like detention and took away the privilege of going out by making up some bullshit excuse.

It was pretty obvious who the favorites were as they were always allowed to be out longer and had more chances to leave campus. It was also obvious who the least liked students were, they were the ones that only got to leave campus once or twice a month as opposed to the favorites who got to go out three times a week and the other students who got two a week.

The "bad" kids were typically the ones who didn't conform to the norm at the school, the ones who weren't pretty little princess and princes who kiss everyone's ass for a chance to get the lead role in whatever dumb play or dance that's going on at the moment.

Persia fell into the category of the "bad" kid. She was usually quiet and stayed in her own lane, but she didn't take any type of disrespect and she spoke her mind, she would never let anyone walk all over her, no matter who they were.

It was the reason why she clashed with her teachers and most of her fellow students so much, she wasn't going to sit there and let someone talk down to her or stroke anyone's ego, especially when they were completely undeserving of it.

Persia wondered how she was still in this school sometimes, none of her teachers liked her and she didn't get on with a lot of the students. Her father was always getting phone calls about her "rude behavior" to her teachers and peers and she had been very clear to him that she did not want to be here, so really the best option would be for her to leave the school, but they didn't kick her out and he didn't take her out.