Ghost Bird The Academy: Jameson Addition.

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James yawned leaning her head against the bus window, her shift at the bar had gone by too slow. There was a rowdy group tonight. To many handsy people for her liking. So she may have taken a shot to many, perhaps drinking on the job isn't the best idea but it made it go by smother.

She didn't drink enough for her mind to be foggy, she liked having control. It didn't help that she's never been able to understand how alcohol is associated with a good time. Every interaction she's had when someones been intoxicated has lead to arguments, fists, or well death.

She swallowed quickly blinking away the tears that somehow came to her eyes. As the bus came to her stop she stood up. Maybe a little too fast according to the way that the world swirled around her.

She's not even sure why she drank tonight. Was it because the guys at the bar made one to many comments and she was feeling uncomfortable. They reminded her of too many bad nights. Her right hand made a fist her nails digging into the skin. Stupid.

She hopped off the bus carefully waving to the bus driver. She had a short trek to get to her foster parent's neighborhood. It was the nicer part of Charleston filled with mansions and manors her foster family was well off they had a huge estate to themselves. Her foster mother was greedy and liked James out of site so she was subjected to the attic.

James doesn't mean to sound like a spoiled brat but people expect her to be grateful. That she was able to live with such a well off family, but they didn't know what happened behind closed doors.

She stopped in front of a large Victorian-style home, it was a light blue a purplish color. There are dark blue shutters. Large windows and unnecessary number of floors for the amount of people who lived there. James made the tread up the long driveway. It was dark so no one could see her. She moved carefully around to the side of the house. So she could climb the wall making sure her backpack was on tight as she hiked her self up.

When James first started coming this way she had to make some changes she had cut out part of the bricks so she could get some leverage as she climbed. The wall was about 8 ft

Sometimes she would go in through the front part the security guards always waved her off she had made sure to make friends with them early on. The problem with going that way is that her foster sister had caught her once she had been sneaking in her self and didn't hold back in calling her out.

James flinched at the thought of those bruises. She had just made it up the wall sitting on the top with her feet handing down. James moves so she was at a crouch, she made this jump after every shift she quickly landed making sure to brace her self.

James huffed her body sore past beatings and long work shifts finally taking a toll on her.

James moves through the backyard normally she would climb up the side of her house but Arthur the family butler had wanted to talk to her.

She moved quickly through the yard jogging slightly she went past the pond and garden moving past the pool, taking off her shoes so she was extra quiet as she came in the side doors of the kitchen.

Arthur was waiting for her sitting at the table a book in hand. James smiled lightly he was maybe one of the only good things in this house. Arthur is an older gentleman with light brown wise and knowing eyes.

He held a kind smile as he waved her over, "you've been working more the past few days?"

"I might have made some friends too," James whispered lightly. "Schools starting soon there all with me."

"That's wonderful Miss Jameson,"

James beamed, "they're all so great!" She was happy that she had someone else's approval her mind had been eating at her wondering if having friends was a good idea or not.