02-15-2010, 05:07 AM
((Lucy))
The scared-looking girl walked down the hall of her new school apprehensively with her schedule and school map in one hand.
Lucy pushed her straw for hair out of her face and said,"Hmm room 116. That should be just down the hall." She still thought of the note she had gotten earlier that morning that was under her other arm. It was possible there were different people just like her. She could project realistic illusions and was always called a "freak" at her old school. She was hoping it would be different here.
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