Sierra has been on a plane one too many times, only flying first class but never experienced something like this. There were at least hundred thoughts running through her mind as she was looking through the small window playing with her dress; one of not so many she owns. Like: would other students like her? Would she click with someone right away? What if she doesn’t? What if the people she had to be the most with are shallow and mean? Would there be cute guys there? There definitely would, but how cute? Would they even like someone like her
? Overthinking is what she is best at and no matter how excited she is about this experience she couldn’t help but feel anxious. Digging her nails into her palms as she nervously and unconsciously shook her leg she tried to calm herself down, letting her gaze wander around this small jet she was in; if she finds something interesting she might as well not think that much. First impressions is what she cares about the most, if she shows up looking her best there is a high chance people might thing she is worth their time. That’s not the best way to look at things but it’s hard for her to find friends when she not the one to approach someone first. She cares about her appearance, especially her hair but on days like this she likes to straighten it as she finds her wavy hair quite boring. Noticing they were slowly starting to land she took out a little mirror she always carries in her purse, checking her reflexion and quickly fixing her makeup, making sure her eyeliner is still in place before putting it back in her purse and shifting her gaze to the beautiful blue ocean beneath them.
Lucille seemed… nice? Her energy was something Sierra always adored and wanted to have. How nice would it be to do everything she’s doing now, to stand in front of all these kids and like it? That’s also the reason she disliked her at the same time; jealousy isn’t a sweet thing. She followed her to the dorms hoping to God she doesn’t have to share a room with someone. If there is something they should get on a ship that’s literally perfect than it’s their own room. But it looks like luck wasn’t on her side. She didn’t have a problem with sharing a room with someone, or it’s just something she tried to make herself believe so she doesn’t end up hating this whole experience. It’s not about the room, it’s about her roommate. It was making her more anxious than her thoughts back in the jet; what if she doesn’t like her roommate? What if her roommate hates her? After that she went to the deck, resting her elbows on the ship as she looked out at the ocean.
The whole flight to the ship was once in a lifetime experience for Beau. Growing up the way he did he never really got a chance to leave France if it’s not by train so the flight made him even more excited. As much as he wanted to be there he also wanted to get away from his new “family” and have some time to himself, far from everything that’s going on his life. At least it won’t feel like he is missing back at home. The whole time he was thinking about his dad and what he would do or say if he knew where he was going. He didn’t get a chance to visit him and talk to him in the past year; his mom did make it hard for him. He would be proud, that was for sure and it was one of the reason he was happy about his decision.
Upon arriving he ran his hands through his hair a few times just to fix it with the cockiest smile on his face. His confidence was showing a bit too much but he didn’t care about it, it will draw some attention to him and that’s something he can never say no to. One of his goals is to meet everyone and find his little group he can always be around the ship with so doing that as soon as possible was the best option. He didn’t try to put on something fancy, his style represents him in a way so the more laid back it is the more he feels comfortable. Putting his hands in his pockets he checked his room before going back to the deck in hopes to find someone to talk to. This will be amazing. Also the fact that he was sharing a room with someone was amazing, it didn’t bother him at all as long as they get along but the curfew thing? That was just ridiculous, it’s the time when they should all hang out together and it already looks like he won’t follow that rule.
If there is a person going to this school only because they want to improve then it’s Alex. No matter how much he was looking forward to it, the whole flight to the ship was rather exhausting. It takes a lot for him to have fun and be entertained and this definitely wasn’t one of those things. Always flying has become one of his least favorite things, the view was breathtaking but there was nothing more. With his back facing the tiny window he had his legs up on the seat next to him having his trusting sketchbook on his lap, taking this long flight as a chance to draw something. That’s what he usually does; he’d have his earphones in listening to some rock band and get lost in this leather sketcbook. He is not one of those people who care about leaving good impressions or looking their best and doing what everyone else is doing. His mom tried to convince him to wear something appropriate for this first day but he didn’t, he went with his usual choice just because he didn’t care about those things. Yes, he would like to have some friends there but it’s not something that’s first on his to-do list; finding the right people isn’t that easy and he’d like to take his time.
Arriving he politely greeted all the teachers and headmistress, checking out his dorm before going to the main deck with his hands in his pockets, just looking around. Resting his back against a wall he lit up his cig just looking at people arriving.
Beau’s outfit and FC