<div class="floatright">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div>It was chilly... That was just part of the climate, though Jade never quite got used to it. Her deep brown skin, her classic 'Nubian' complexion made her stand out quite visibly in the northern climate she found herself in. She had not always lived here, she had faint memories of a place much warmer with a dry and intense heat a clear sky and a dusk filled with vibrant purples, reds and magentas. That literally -was- another life for her and for her family. Her mother worked as best she could she was actually a Nurse who worked in the office of the local doctor the pay was decent, but it still only allowed the small family enough of an income to live in a small apartment over one of the stores downtown.<br/><br/>Jade herself walked to school every day of her life, it was not a terribly long walk, about a mile give or take but some days especially in the harsh of winter the trip was difficult trudging through snow and sliding on ice. A car was a pipe dream for her, a bicycle was something she could possibly get but with nowhere to -store- it that was not a viable idea. Could she get a ride? Well... she might be able to, the problem being is that while she was relatively known throughout the school even becoming a member of the cheerleader squad she had no truly -close- friend. A lot of acquaintances, but no friends really.<br/><br/>She would have been happy to simply spend the rest of her high-school years to go unnoticed keeping her head down to avoid the snickering and teasing that went along with the culture. She was quite a beautiful young woman a slender form with long slightly toned limbs all of the deep, rich chocolate all but the palms of her hands and bottoms of her feet were. Her hips had become rounded but not exaggerated, and the small mounds on her torso had formed into a small c-cup at this point. She was not overly endowed, but her willowy form and exotic skin often encouraged second glances.<br/><br/>It was another year, another first day. She did not own any designer or 'fancy' clothes. Like today she dressed in a simple, but clean looking garment. Tight blue-jeans which clung to her long, slender legs and rounded hips, giving a very defined look at her behind, each cheek about a handful it seemed. Along with that she wore a simple long-sleeved white blouse. The slight protrusion of her modest breasts pressing against the smooth looking fabric.<br/><br/>Reaching up she brushes some of her slightly curled, black locks of hair from her face, before grabbing the books she required for her first period class and turning to move. She had exchanged a few nods of greeting with those who had noticed her, but otherwise, keeping quiet and to herself as she usually did.