This was going to be great! She kept saying this over and over in her head. She was giddy with excitement and found it hard not to stay still. She tapped her foot in beat with the music she had been listening to. She nervously played with the black on her hair, twisting it in her tiny hands. Her gum popped every now and again, but tried to be quiet about it. She could tell Grayson was irritated, and she didn't want to further it with her impatient habits.<br/><br/>She looked to the house with fascination, she could see herself living in it...if it was fixed up that is. It had potential, just not the kind of potential most others saw. It just needed love is all. She smiled transforming the house with her eyes. Imagining a house with a lush green lawn, with flowers, a fresh paint job, and different fencing, something she knew would never happen. But how she loved to dream of the impossible.<br/><br/>She heard a incoherent murmur from behind her. She twisted on her heel turning to face Greyson, assuming it was him who said something. She put her headphones around her neck, and very faint music trailed out of it.<br/>"You say somethin?" She said with a bright smile.<br/><br/>She took him ignoring her as a yes, and with a shrug she put her headphones back on. She blew another bubble with her gum and it popped after reaching a decent size. She pulled her satchel over her head, getting annoyed with the stap trying to fall. She then zipped up her coat a little farther, and her hands squirmed into her pockets looking for warmth. She hated chilled hands, but she could never give up wearing fingerless gloves in cold weather.<br/><br/>She looked at everyone who was there, she watched each and everyone briefly. Each one was doing something, and she could tell most were sick of waiting too. Or so she liked to think. She began swaying back and forth on the heels of her sneakers, trying to preoccupy herself as well, while she waited with the others.