Alex had just sat down to eat lunch with her friends, when the new girl walked in. Her friends grew silent and began murmuring things to each other that she barely paid attention to. They were right about one thing though, the new girl certainly stood out among the crowd without really trying to. You could tell she was unsure of herself in this new environment.<br/><br/>She was looking around at everything with such a look of trepidation that Alex felt sorry for her. She couldn't even begin to imagine how the red headed girl felt. Alex had lived in this town her whole life, grown up with the same snooty people and had never traveled elsewhere. She saw the girl sigh and pick at her lunch, eyes down, face buried in a book.<br/><br/>She admired the flame red hair while nibbling on a carrot stick, half wishing she could get her locks to curl that way. Alex had stick straight, dark brown to black hair, that she kept in a long asymmetrical bob with bangs. The curse of the orient, she had jokingly called it. Her mother was from Colorado and her father was from Japan. She was still gawking like a nerd when she realized that the new girl was staring back at her quizzically.