<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/scattered_star_by_phoenixlu-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Aria Mason<br/>Age: 16 1/2<br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Aria was new in town. She was sent to live with her father because her mother and her new boyfriend wanted no one else around. It sucked because she hadn't seen her father in a long time. He sent her things every year on her birthday. Her birthday was next week. She wished her mother didn't virtually "get rid" of her. She sighed as the train slowly pulled to a stop in the station in her father's home town. He had moved back here after the divorce with her mother. She looked out the train window at the people in the station. Was her father even out there? He tended to be a bit forgetful. She waited until the train was fully stopped to stand up. She grabbed her suitcase and pulled it down from the overhead. Waiting until everyone else had gotten off the train to follow suit.<br/><br/>She left the train and scanned the people in the station for her father. As of yet she didn't see him. She hoped he was here or at least his old native american friend was here to get her. It would be kinda sad and hard on her to WALK all the way home. She spotted Chief Windstorm. Heading over to him. "Are you here to take me home to papa?" She asked softly. When he nodded his head she let him lead her to his car. Putting her suitcase in the backseat before climbing into the front seat. Sitting there in relative silence as they headed towards her father's house. Occasionally her father's friend would ask a question and she would answer. Mostly though...just silence.<br/><br/>Half an hour later they were at her father's house. "Thanks for the ride." She said with a soft smile. Getting out of the car and took her suitcase out of the back seat. Pulling it along behind her as her father's friend drove off. Knocking on the door until her father came to it. "Hello papa...its been a long time. It is good to see you again." She said with a small smile.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Her father looked at her. "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"</span><br/><br/>She looked down. "Mother sent me here because she didn't want me around anymore. She and her new boyfriend wanted me out of the way so they could live by themselves." She spoke softly. "I'm just glad she sent me here to you instead of trying to kill me." She added. "I am happy to see you again though." She hugged him and her father just half hugged back. Clearly her father was not used to hugs anymore. She let him go and came inside when he moved aside to let her do so. Going to her old room and put the suitcase on the lower end of the bed. Plopping herself on the bed. It had been a long journey and she was tired.<br/><br/>The next day....<br/><br/>Aria got up early the next day. It hadn't been easy to get to sleep. Nor had it been easy to stay asleep. She was surprised she even got six hours of sleep total. She yawned and stretched. Taking her shower and getting into a pair of jeans with a baby blue spagetti strap tank. Putting on a half jacket that only went a bit past her breasts to wear over it. Doing her hair up in a tight french braid. She was ready for school. Pulling her old back pack out of the closet and put some basic items in it. Notebook, spiral bound notebook paper books, pencils and pens, erasers, and a few other items. Heading out of the house with book bag and cellphone in tow.<br/><br/>When she got to her new school she was given strange looks. She ignored them though. She knew what they were probably thinking. Who is she? What is she doing here? She walked into the principle's office and was shown around the school. When lunch came she got her food and went to an empty table. Sitting down in a seat and started eating. So far nobody had tried to talk with her. She felt like an outsider. Then again coming in partily into the school year would do that. She wondered if she would make any friends. It might be hard considering most students "clicked" off already. Oh well...didn't matter to her. She was plenty happy eating on her own.