A quizzical look was given to the door.  One filled with apprehension for what secrets may lie behind the closed portal.  Fingers clenched against the fingerless gloves that decorated her hands.  Nails bit down into the nylon straps that covered her hands.  The gloves had been a gift from her father.  For her parents the gift had been expensive not only with money but with their hopes.  These had been their realization that their daughter would not wear dresses like the other girls or give up her the weights in the barn.  This had been their white flag of peace.  Caroline wore them as a reminder of what perseverance could do.  Of what dedication could accomplish.  Now though her fingers bite down into the straps as if wanting to take them off, so that her fleeing the scene would not stain their truer purpose.<br/><br/>Caroline had come here with the understanding that this school would be different.  The fight earlier had shown her that the school might be different, but people were not.  Comments from throughout the day reinforced this point.  Still she was different; still she was someone to be pointed out in the crowd.  Lips etched a frown over her strong features at the thought.  Against her flesh the cotton of her top flexed while her muscle bulged from the effort.  A roll of her shoulders brought the material tighter across her chest and then her arms yet again.  People were the same, she would be different then.  Fingers fell away from her gloves so that they could push against the doorway.   Determination embraced her once more while she made her way through the interior.<br/><br/>That resolve began to evaporate when she moved down the hall toward her objective.  Bravery eluded her when her eyes caught sight of the green man from earlier standing so close to the dark skinned woman.  Thoughts of doubt raced through her mind as to whether she was interrupting.  Indeed the heat between the two, even within the room itself seemed to be greater than before.  One lip tucked back between her teeth while she approached.  All the words left her mind while her fingers once more dug against the nylon.<br/><br/>“I…ummm…didn’t want to interrupt.  I mean…not to say anything is going on or that..I saw…ummm.”  Her brow furrowed in a way that made the rugged appearance of her muscles fade to propel her deep into the teenage lifestyle.  “I was told to be here.”  Her voice nearly came across as a whine.<br/>