Forgotten Attachment [OPEN]

It was a bit clumsy at first but she'd finally manage to make it to the school's front doors, her first thought to peer inside to see if anyone was to be inside. to find it completely empty and dark she'd test her luck and finally pull at the front door. To her surprise she'd find that the door swung pen rather easily, perhaps someone forgot to lock it up r it wasn't a custom to do so at this establishment, but either way she was grateful to have found a place so soon.

Quickly stepping inside, she'd bring her hands close to her body and attempt to rub them together hastily doing the best she could within the school building and it's heat turned off. If anything it was still better than being outside in the wind so it wasn't like she minded too much, however she was soon to find out that standing by the doors wasn't the best of options whenever the wind would blow through the cracks and brush against her skin.

Looking around, she'd hesitant step further into the school building suddenly feeling like she was trespassing and unwelcomed in the dark building. Still if it was a matter of life and death she was sure that the police could understand, in fact she was almost wishing she'd get caught right away; they would be the people to go too if you were lost.

While steadily wondering around the school hall way, the young girls's eyes would eventually land on what looked to be bathroom stall sign. Even though it was a bi hard to see clearly in the dark from the dress shaped person she could tell that it was the girl's bathroom. She was nervous walking into the bathroom, as any sane person would be when they walk into a dark room. She couldn't tell if there would be someone else there or if there could be ghosts or monsters lurking in the dark.

That childish anxiety would not pass even after she walked inside to see that the lights didn't automatically turn on; perhaps this was more of an old school type of building and nervously she'd press her hand against the wall to feel for a light switch. The frigidness of the wall would cause for her to jump, but as she kept pacing herself deeper and slicing her hands all over the wall she'd eventually find something large and hard. Definitely not a light switch.

It was difficult to tell at first but from the sensation it seemed to be a box with a nozzle attached to it and beside that nozzle was a button. Like any sensible person, she'd would carefully press down onto the bottom only to hear an extremely loud gush of wind break the silence. The sudden noise would have startled her so much that she'd let out an involuntary scream and jump back.

"H-ha, a hand dryer.." Once realizing the sound, she'd laugh lightly, placing a hand against her chest to calm down her rushing heartbeat. She was far more happy to have found a hand dryer since that means it can blow out some warm air and actually warm her up. That panic and fear she had been feeling up till this point would have washed away along with her coldness as she kept abusing and pushing that loud hand dryer button.

Once she finally warmed up, she found herself with far more confident and way less pain than she did moments ago. The only issue now was that even the slightest touch was starting to feel cold once more thus was the pain of finally becoming warm, everything is now cold. With new found confidence, the young girl would make her way out of the washroom, using the same wall to guide her back before heading down the hall to maybe find something else to aid her for when she eventually headed back out again.

It was a bit clumsy at first but she'd finally manage to make it to the school's front doors, her first thought to peer inside to see if anyone was to be inside. to find it completely empty and dark she'd test her luck and finally pull at the front door. To her dismay she found that the doors were tightly sealed, even after trying to add a bit more force in her second and third attempt it was quite obvious that they were locked.

A shutter of a breath in, she'd press her forehead into the door for a couple seconds to think over her next course of action. Perhaps she could find a police station, or maybe another public building that would be open, her eyes would trail up to the dark sky as if she could read what time it actually was from there. Finally she'd let out her shaky breath and watch the could get viciously pulled away by the wind.

Her legs were trembling the more the wind brushed against them, feeling like knives were slicing down them the longer she just stood here and waited. What was she waiting for? It wasn't like the doors would magically open up anytime soon. Trying to calm herself down she'd bury her face deeper within her scarf and take in a few deep breaths, hoping that her exhales would warm her face up at the very least.

Cautiously the young girl would take a few steps into the snow, being very careful to not accidentally slip from how much she was trembling. Even though she didn't have much to go off from she could only assume she had never felt this cold ever in her life. Than again what kind of crazy person wears a skirt in the middle of winter, even if it's a school uniform?

Once she finally got off from the school property the streets didn't offer much of hope either. There wasn't even so much as a car driving by in the dead of night and the only welcome feeling she got were the warmly light lights from the street lamps. Slowly she made her way down the street, every breath that escaped her causing her to feel colder and colder especially when it was followed with a chilled inhale.

Then the heard it, the familiar sound of a car rolling by, it was the fastest she spun herself around all night. Even though she'd expend a lot of her energy, shed throw her hands up into the air to try and flag them down, calling out to them loudly, "Please!! Excuse me! Pl-please stop-!" It seemed even with her approaching the side of the street to try and get them to see her better didn't do any good. It was almost like the driver didn't even see her when they speed on by, getting a bit dangerously close to where she was standing.

Leading her back to where she started, bringing her hands a bit closer to keep her as warm as possible, "Pl-please wait.."