Rachel Kyleson nervously walked into the school, letting herself glance around with bright blue eyes.  Today she wore long blonde hair that spread down to the small of her back, dressed up in a black T-shirt, cutoff jeans and sneakers with white socks, and a black leather purse.  A name tag had been stuck to her shirt just over her left breast, proudly announcing, "Hello!  My name is Rachel Kyleson."<br/><br/>She hated the stupid name tags, even though she understood the necessity.  A lot of people didn't really trust dopplegangers, and that was just something which she would have to deal with throughout her life.  If she was lucky, though, she might be able to make a few friends here and there who could really accept her for herself.<br/><br/>She pulled out some of the sheets of paper to double-check her room assignment.  These schools always felt like mazes to her, as if she would wander and search forever without being able to find a pattern.  How was it that it was so easy to find your way around a department store or mall but a school was inexplicable even with a map?<br/><br/>She sighed, picking out someone at random in the crowd.  Hopefully she could get someone to help her.  "Excuse me..." she said gently.