She collided with one of the metal suits of armor lining the corridors, hitting her head, and dropping all of her things. Her tin pencil case clattered open, spilling a wide variety of gel pens, mechanical pencils, and various shades of fluorescent highlighters, and her notebooks, textbooks, and assorted miscellaneous papers all fluttered to the ground.
Rubbing her forehead and nursing her dignity, Ami looked around, praying that she was alone and that no one had witnessed her epic fail. To her surprise, there was no one, until she heard footsteps rounding the corner. Ami's eyes widened as the boy she'd been avoiding- no, praying she wouldn't see- no, hoping she'd be able to talk to him again- no, there really weren't words to describe the way Ami felt about Asher Lundell. She did know, however, that she did not want him to see her like this.
Last edited by Ami Procoppio on 1st May 2018, 4:00 am, edited 1 time in total.
she's got that whole purpose-driven warrior-princess save-the-world type of vibe
STA: 2 | AGI: 4 | STR: 7 | CTL: 6 | ArcP: 4 | ACC: 7