That morning was a bit.... different... for Rayne. She got a lot of looks. Some dirty looks from the girls, mostly cheerleaders. Some not very kind looks from the rest of the people. Except the boys. You can always count on them to give fresh meat the once over. Her long t-shirt hit to about mid thigh and the belt tied around her waist made sure it wasn't a canopy drapping over her. She really despised being the new kid. Everyone placed you in a catagory. The girls desicided wether you were friend worthy and most of the guys decided if you were fuck worthy. At first Rayne thought that she might make a friend but by the looks on their faces, didn't seem like she had much of a chance.<br/><br/>She could always count on band to let her escape the maddning world of highschool for a few minutes. With her violin in hand she knew she could make all her problems of the day drift away in the tyde of music. She set the violin comfortably under her chin, put bow to strings and expertly glided her bow across the strings of her violin. Making a soft melody with the notes of her music. The eary song creeping up threw the soft melody. She closed her eyes and drifted away to the sound of her beautiful violin...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">English... English.... Ah there you are English.</span>Rayne smiles apologetically at the teacher who is some what annoyed at her tardiness and/or interuption. She hands the teacher a transfer slip and voices her apology "Sorry I'm late ma'am. Administration got my schedual wrong and changed it at the last minute." Mrs. Rotherford perks up with a smile "Ah, yes! That's alright please take a seat in any empty chair. It's nice to have a new student." Rayne smiles and walks over to an empty seat in the front row, right in no mans land. She pulls out her old notebook and begins writing in it.