<div class="floatleft">(http://x17online.com/media/images/2012/10/glamour-taylor-swift-460.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Allison of the Southern Isles / Hans of the Southern Isles.<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Student.<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Beginning of 5th Period<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near/under the Bleachers --> Top side<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mal, Nessa, open.<br/><br/><br/>Quickly looking to her shoulder to see if something was there, Allison catches the breeze through the bleaches. Causing long, blond hair to drift slightly. Noticing that it it was some form of greeting rather than knocking something off of her. In a rather awkward manner the extend hand is is brought back down to rest at her side before, for a second, it looks as if it might be raised again. "It is nice to meet both of you."  A sweet voice answers, followed by a radiant smile. A smile that causes eyes like two blue diamonds to sparkle.<br/><br/>The way that Mal gave a nervous look around may have put Allison in a place to wonder what she had just approached. If not for how calm Nessa was. And how hard it was to not be awkward around new people. Though one thing was real, and that was her smile. And that much would have been clear to anyone. It was something about being outdoors, it just felt right. With a tilt of her head, blue eyes went between the girls before the smile faded. "Late? Crap... Not again." The words coming after 'late; being very much under her breath and to herself. Though also very much audible to the two other girls if they where to be listening.<br/><br/>Picking her bag back up, Allison brushes a few of strands of hair out of her face and neatly behind her ear, just for them to fall right back the next time she leans down. Though despite the fact that she was late for yet another class due to how good this book was, the smile came back. "I must have been reading for too long." Strangely the voice fades had changed from a 'make a good impression' voice to a natural one. As if the act of talking to new people was over ridden by the common act of being late. Though she never meant to, she seemed to always pull it off. 'Mr. Twist and I just talked about this too.' She thought before speaking up again. "I am not sure that I want to skip class completely. But if I don't actually go, am I still late?" The question being asked in a very innocent and timid voice. The way the smile wavered as if it was about to leave again showed that she was not very sure of her self. 'But she was making new friends. She thought as she stood there holding the bag. 'And the end does justify the means, right? Well it can at least maybe this one time?' And with that the smile came back in full force. "Yeah sure. I skip class a lot." It was clearly a lie. She did not even try to make it not sound like a lie. "I am sorry. I have no idea why I said that. I have never skipped class before." The voice she is speaking in now being a natural one. As opposed to the one she had used only moments ago.