I guess I'll start. Forgive me if it's sort of crummy/cheesy. I'm a bit rusty.<br/><br/>It was hard enough being the "new student" but Anya was the foreign exchange student too. She walked with her books close to her chest, her long blonde hair blowing in the fall breeze. Her uniform skirt fluttered around a little as she walked towards the courtyard where most of the students were hanging out with their friends and such. She hated that she didn't know anyone but what was she to do? She would do just do what instinct told her. And right now it was telling her to try to stay calm, as she found a seat.