Welcome to the academy

authors note: yeah, wolfe is from my Rp's, so I decided to explore the character further. here is what came out... this is also displayed on www.fictionpress.com :) comment please! x

chapter one​

Wolfe looked to the floor solemnly, her short black hair spiking out into tufts in random directions. She sighed, looking towards the clock on the wall; 12:15. She had been in the Doctors waiting room for 45 minutes now, and her patience was wearing thin. The boy beside her shuffled, looking at her cautiously; Wolfe could be quite intimidating, although she was only a small, slim teenage girl, her black eyes were cold and normally warned others that she wasn’t a ‘people person’.
She’d had enough. Rising from her seat, she walked over to the reception desk. Patience wasn’t one of Wolfe’s specialties, and when she had a little boy staring at her with every short breath she took; it made the whole situation a lot worse.
The receptionist looked up, a sour look on her face. The words “I CANNOT SMILE†were literally painted on her forehead. Her tanned, wrinkled skin was like parcel paper that had been screwed up and thrown in a washing machine... Repeatedly. Her Name tag read Deidre Mason, even her name had a sour edge to it.
“Can I help you?†she asked. Her voice was croaky, like she’d been smoking 20 since she was twelve or something; by those wrinkles, that seemed a long time.
“yeah.†Wolfe flashed a fake smile. “You see that seat there?†she pointed towards the old tattered seat in between the small blonde child and the rather ‘large’ woman. “Yeah, I’ve been sat in that thing for 45 minutes. It has holes in it and smells like pee. I can hardly move an inch in the damn thing without getting a spring up my ass, and I have a snot-nosed little brat glaring at me from the right every 2 seconds or so.â€
“What might be your point?†she asked bitterly. Wolfe raised an eyebrow.
“my point is..... When the hell am I gonna be see the doctor?â€
“Name?â€
“Wolfe Vandetta.â€
“Wolfe?â€
“Wow, your age hasn’t affected your hearing.†Wolfe smiled. the receptionist scowled, picking up the phone. She pressed the speed dial number three and waited, still glaring.
“Hello?†a deep voice answered.
“I have a young lady here who is wondering if she can see you anytime soon. Her name is Wolfe Vandetta.â€
“She’s here? Send her in.†The doctor on the other end snapped. Wolfe smiled, having heard the short conversation between the two.
“go on through. Third door on your right.†She woman sighed, going back to writing her papers.


Wolfe sat with her knees to her chest, on the hard plastic chair. She clicked her tongue impatiently; the doctor was taking his time finding her reference file. She sighed, looking at her nails, now.
“Take your time doc, I don’t have to be anywhere...†she muttered, not looking up from her broken and chipped nails.
“I’ve found your record Wolfe...†he smiled. “um... where is your mom?â€
“She’s at work.†She answered.
“Okay... well, if you could just give this to her when she arrives home...†he smiled, handing Wolfe the letter. She took it, looking at the large brown envelope addressed MRS. VANDETTA.
“What’s it about?†she asked, still scrutinising the envelope. The doctor hesitated, before answering her question.
“It’s about you going to a new school.†He smiled. Wolfe slowly raised her head from the object in her hands, to the grey haired man sat opposite.
“...say what?†she snapped. “I’m going to a new school?†although shocked, she had expected this.
Having being expelled from every school in her area, Wolfe was sent to the hospital for tests to see if she had a behaviour disorder. She also had blood tests there, which she was given no information about.
“...is it my behaviour?†she asked, leaning forward.
“well...partially.†he smiled. “the letter will explain everything.â€
“...what did those blood tests show?â€
“look, Wolfe, the letter will explain everything. so take it home, and read it with your mom.†Wolfe felt her hands tighten around the letter.
“I swear, if this school isn’t half decent, I will get myself expelled.†She spat, walking from the small waiting room.

Doctor Russell looked at Wolfe’s profile; it had her picture, taken when she was at the hpital a few weeks ago. He went to read the date of birth and birth place, but it was covered by a large red stamp. He read the stamp, sighing; LYNCRYPIC GENE PRESENT.
“poor girl...†he sighed again. “she won’t know what’s hit her.â€

 

I'm disappointed no one has given you a proper critique on this.

First off, the depicition of Wolfe is very hard-edged, each line delivered by her can easily make the reader feel like there is a reason she has been expelled so many times and the readers are forced to distance themselves, which I believe that you embody within the receptionist.

You've set up an interesting set of circumstances, and it's hard to picture how the LYNCRYPIC Gene would add into the story or it's effects on Wolfe.

I hope that the lack of comment's haven't shyed you away from continuing this. Your descriptions and language are good, with a few errors within.

 

Thank you for the critique; you have no idea how appreciative I am of it.
When I look back on this, I hate it. I was going to edit it earlier in august, but really, I have lost interest in it.

Thanks again for the crit, much appreciated <3