Lanah's smile fades as Shannon sprays sticky soda all over her new shirt. "Oh my god! You freak!" She narrows her eyes and turns her back on Shannon, and muttered words follow Shannon across the courtyard. "Stupid freak ... can't even open a can right ... weirdo..."<br/><br/>Shannon's art teacher glances at her as she walks by, and it's clear from the disappointed look in the instructor's eyes that she saw what happened. She doesn't say anything, though, turning back to smile at the boy standing in front of her. He looks like he's in Shannon's grade, maybe one step ahead, and he wears a bright yellow hoodie with a picture of Bob Marley on the front, with the words 'Get up, Stand Up' printed above and below the picture. Under the sweatshirt are jeans that fit well enough, although they're slightly frayed at the bottom, probably because the boy is only about 5'6" or so.<br/><br/>As the rest of the class files in - all six students - he goes and finds his own seat, stuck near the front because all the other seats are assigned. When everyone's in their seat, their teacher smiles at them. Her name is supposed to be Miss Lewis, but she's had her students call her Tracey for the last fifteen years of teaching; might as well keep up the habit.<br/><br/>"Okay, guys, settle down," Tracey says with a smile. "This guy is Alan, he just moved here, and I want you all to make him feel comfortable. Now, today is going to be something you've all done before, since we're going to be working on the potter's wheel, but I want you all to try ..."<br/><br/>As Tracey goes ahead with her lesson plan, Alan stays ducks over his desk, drawing some sort of doodle in his notebook. He shakes his dark brown hair out of his eyes occasionally, but the longist straight strands of hair continually creep back into his face. Other than that, he's still, save for his hand moving with short, sure strokes across the page.