So what if she was drenched in sweat? So what if she couldn't get a moment's peace without someone running up to her for something or other? So what if Molly Hale was an American Navy brat? So what? That was Molly's attitude. She was carefree but headstrong, just like her daddy taught her. She was born and raised in Japan but somehow managed to keep that genetic American attitude problem; though, it probably stemmed from her dad, not her country. Molly was never without friends but that also meant she was never without enemies. Though, said enemies would never really approach her; instead, they would simply talk behind her back. Why would these students be afraid to approach her, you wonder? Being a Navy brat, Molly's father had taught her how to fight...and how to shoot.<br/><br/>As she speed-walked through the hallways, she hastily adjusted her ponytail that held back her sleek black hair with the bright blue streaks. Her hazel eyes scanned the hallway in front of her to prepare her in case someone wasn't paying attention and walked out before her. Glancing at her watch, Molly groaned and sped up to a jog. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late for gym.