Kiki brushed the hair out of her eyes, slipping into the classroom before the rest piled in. She took her seat in the back corner, silently placing her books on the desk and opening her notebook. It was filled with sketches, but of what exactly, no one but her could be sure. They were almost like the ink blots a psychiatrist would show crazy people, but it was more planned out than that. It was of something shadowy and smokelike, almost like a ghost.<br/><br/>Once everyone else came in, she quickly flipped to a different page. She didn't need to add more fuel to the ever growing fire that was people's suspicion in her. The students merely stared at her, scooting their desks away if they were forced to sit adjacent. "Do you think SHE did it?" "No one saw her by the stairs when it happened, but it wouldn't surprise me" "She should go to a mental ward and stay locked up there"<br/><br/>Kiki merely looked down at her paper, her thin, tiny hands taking hold of her pencil, and she started drawing to keep her annoyance at bay. It wasn't as if those comments didn't happen every day, but it grated on her selfesteem as it was.