[FINISHED] A Little Colder

Another day, another round of exploring. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t much exploring anymore, it was more like wandering around the school in the hope of finding something to do. So yeah, maybe, just maybe, going to Toronto this early wasn’t exactly a good idea. Maybe she could’ve come a week later and still have time to get to know her school and everything. The thing is, for Caroline, staying a week more in France meant staying a week more at her parents’ and that was a strict and complete no. As a result, she was stuck here, which, in all honesty, wasn’t all that bad. Sure, she had very little to do, except for exploring the school alone – or with Ellie – and playing in her chamber alone. She was lucky to have her laptop here.
But on the other hand, the school was kind of awesome. She was always amazed to discover that every places, everywhere, had been designed to satisfy every disabilities. The gardens were especially cool, beautiful and yet adapted. The alley were large, like really large, large enough for two wheelchairs to cross paths and not bump into each other. The French girl didn’t had much time to get used to her condition in Paris, but she had already noted how not-adapted to her most places were. This school was awesome.

Since the gardens were clearly the nicest place for now, because it wasn’t winter yet, it was usually where Caroline ended up when she was bored of her games. Sometimes she was alone, sometimes with Ellie or one of the other few people she had met in the school. Today, she was alone and bored. Which meant : casual clothing, which translated into a jean, voluntarily ripped on her right legs, above the knee, and a black shirt, figuring Batman from a series of game. He was punching a thug into an electric generator and the words “Rule N°1 : No Killing” were written in red on the scene.

During her walk – which wasn’t exactly a walk but you get the idea – she encountered a strange sight. A girl, apparently, laying on a bench with a newspaper covering her face. In all honesty, it looked like a hobo, but after approaching a little, the French girl was pretty sure it wasn’t that. She rolled toward the bench, curious, and noted that she probably wasn’t the only one. She crossed path with a guy, near the bench, who was probably as surprised as her by the sight. Gently, she waved at him, before signing him to not make any noise by putting her index on her lips. The young woman on the bench was asleep, apparently.

And then, she sang. The guy almost jumped and if Caroline still had her legs, she would have probably done the same. Both turned toward the girl and she chuckled. That was a weird song. Caroline’s eyes were passing from the sleeping woman to the boy, she hesitated for a second. Maybe the best was just to not bother anyone and keep going. Or maybe… Eh. Fuck it.
She poked slightly on the woman’s shoulder.

“Eh. Sorry. Is everything okay ?”

I should really stop apologizing like that every time I meet someone, she thought. It had only been a week since she got in Toronto, she wasn’t a Canadian yet.
Her big grey eyes were focusing on the other girl with maybe a spark of worry.

The boy didn't answer to her waving of the hand, but Caroline didn't mention it. Maybe he was blind instead of rude.

If Caroline still had legs, she would most likely have jumped in surprise, but she was stuck in her wheelchair. Though, the shock made her go back so quickly that she might have just roll for a few meters if she hadn't had the reflex of blocking immediatly her wheelchair. The result was little jump of her torso, like she had hit a bump.

"Damn !" she said, her hand grabbing her chest as if her heart was going out of it.

She was still worried, but the other girl seemed to calm down pretty quickly, shrugging and sighing. Caroline looked at her with more intensité now that she was awake and that the newspaper wasn't covering her face. She really seemed unintereste, even by her own nightmare.

"Well, we're lucky no one here has a heart condition." she said, hoping it was true. "Sorry about waking you up like this, I had no idea. I shouldn't have done that."

Alright, it was time to be nice enough to be forgiven. Caroline had her weapon for that, she just smiled, bowing slightly her head in the most adorable way. She hadn't tested it since the wheelchair, so maybe she'll get a bonus for that.