Students were arriving onto the school grounds, teenagers turning into adults funneled into the halls to find their lockers or their hangout spots before their first classes. Already niches got together and easily identified by their appearance. The jocks wearing their letter jackets, the popular girls wearing the same style clothing that got most guys to notice, the trouble makers wearing torn jeans and stud earrings in places, the goths wearing their dark colors, and the nerds trying remain invisible to the bullies, and even the troubled teens who would rather score drugs under stair wells and bathrooms.<br/><br/>She walked through the sea of faces she didn't bother to remember, hear headphones blasting metal. As she walked by the guys took note of the new exchange student, as some of the girls started to gossip among themselves. She was a foreigner from south Asia but she clearly had mixed Western looks. Her skin was slightly tanned, Her long black hair was tied into high ponytail with two front long locks parted down the middle dyed red along with some streaks in her hair. Her eyes were gray as they pierced through rectangular lenses. Her lips were painted a dark shade of violet. The necklaces she wore around her neck was a jade ring pendent, a red stone teardrop, and black collar with a metal fang hanging in the middle of her neck. She wore a tank top that hung from her neck, covering her cleavage tucked into her gray jeans, and a loose wavy shirt that hung off her shoulders with the black and white print of a tiger on it. Her boots were of high end make. Rumors spread like wildfire because she had been dropped off by a porshe. That she was from a wealthy Chinese family who wanted to send their kids to a higher form of education in the States. Though rather, they just wanted her somewhere else where she wouldn't embarrass the family because she was acting out.<br/><br/>One of the popular girls came up to her and started greeting her. She had an overly energetic voice. "Hi! I'm Cindy, I'm part of the student council and wanna give you a big welcome to our school and all that. I know, it's like, super awesome how you got here and all. So nice to see, like, someone with a lot of cash not snub a public school rather just go to a private one. Cause ya know, it's like, proving that you can get the same education anywhere else in good old USA! So, you wanna join clubs or whatever, I can totally, like, give ya the connections you need. I bet you would LOVE IT in art club, but, like half the guys in there are total dweebs if ya get my drif." She went on in describing the other clubs while she found her locker, taking out a piece of paper with the code written on it and set her things aside. She turned to notice Cindy now had a friend beside her also talking excitedly about the high school clubs, and trying to sympathize her adjusting to a new country. She looked at them stone-faced, eyes darting between the two expecting them to run out of breath. When they did stop talking, she took out her earphones, paused the music and asked. "Sorry, what did you say?"<br/><br/>Cindy and her friend looked at each other, obviously feeling that they were ignored, but keeping up niceties, her friend replied. "We... were just asking what you're into so you can join a club! Exciting right!?"<br/><br/>"No thanks." She stated flatly as she put one earbud in, Cindy interrupting her process.<br/><br/>"Do not know English that well? Or..."<br/><br/>"What kind of fucking question is that?" She retorted, clearly annoyed as she put in her music, walking towards her first assigned class.<br/><br/>Cindy and her friend stood their gawking as she walked away. "What a fucking bitch. Try to do them a favor and whatever."<br/><br/>"Bet you she's some Communist Spy or an illegal call girl for those old pervs."