<strong>"Mya Abasi."</strong>She stated plainly. Dark eyes focus on the girl as she sat on her bed. So unpleasant... So combative. Every bit the same stuck-up rich girl who came to this school. It was always the color of her skin, the fact that she was so poor she had to sustain herself on -only- what was provided by the school. She sat the violin case back down on the desk. A single hand reaching out to grab the now empty music stand and pulling it back into it's place.<br/><br/>She sat down heavily on 'her' bed, shoulders slumped forward, back turned to the center of the room. Maybe they all -were- right, maybe this wasn't the place for her to be.