Callie watched as a boy, who seemed to be a tad older than her, with a Mohawk and a skirt on pushed a hideous looking transportation.  He looked shorter than her and had this adorable face that made you want to pinch it.<br/><br/>Someone had commented on his skirt and he replied was a â€œGo fuck yourself!â€ which made Callie smile. Way to show â€˜em. She sort of admired this fellow; to dress in public with a skirt on and be a boy at the same time.<br/><br/>She glanced around at her new school, her new life. She heard a clatter like a bunch of stuff had fallen to the ground. Callie looked back over to the guy to see his contents spilled all over the floor.  She couldnâ€™t help but giggle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Poor guy, must be his first day as well. Well, my grams did say make new friends, and he doesnâ€™t seem very stuck up like the rich brats around here, maybe I could make friends with himâ€¦ but he might not like me, and I am really weirdâ€¦</span><br/><br/>She sucked in a nervous breath and, though she didnâ€™t like centering herself around any attention, she walked over to him.<br/><br/>â€œHere, you dropped someâ€¦ stuff,â€ she said when she picked up a rolling hair product. Smiling she handed it to him and started to pick things up, helping the poor guy with his misfortune. All to aware at the people staring.