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Old 04-12-2015, 06:11 PM

Amara had to take a moment to look over the new school. It looked duller than the one before, and even the one before that, which was really saying something. Had the school no imagination with creativity of colors? Her eyes stared up at the colorless building, frowning. And after she had watched her foster brother go inside, and while it had been peaceful and quiet outside, the amount of noise and rowdiness on the inside had made her jolt slightly as she followed Malcolm through the doors.

Girls were laughing loudly, doing their makeup at their lockers in groups. Boys in Letterman jackets were throwing footballs around, pushing people out of the way to catch them when they were thrown. Groups of boys and girls wearing heavily angry faces tried to push through the crowd to get to their destination. It was close to a riot in the eyes of poor Amara.

"This sucks!" she yelled over the noise at Malcolm. In her past schools, there had been more space int he hallways -- it hadn't been so overpopulated, and there had always been a friendly student assigned to show her around campus. But this place was different. From what it seemed, you were on your own, left to fend for yourself.

She looked down at her schedule, then over at his. "Hey, at least we have the same classes together!" She put her schedule up beside his, her hand accidental brushing his. She hadn't really been in physical contact with anyone in a long time, so maybe that was why she felt her skin burn and itch. But itch for what? More? She ignored it and pointed at his first class, then up at the clock sticking out of the gray brick wall section above the lockers, where no one could touch it without a ladder.

"We have three minutes left before we're late. Let's work together," she offered. She was tired and grumpy, and she had forced herself to eat foot before her system was even awake to properly digest it, so now she was feeling both sleepy with a hint of feeling sick. She pointed towards the stairs. "Since the classroom number is a few hundreds higher than the others, lets try upstairs."