<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her locker Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone in attendance<br/><br/>A loud clang could be heard when the gym bag collided with the metal lockers.  Books, clothes and sports bottles made an awful racket when tossed full tilt into a metal surface.  Yet she was not deterred from doing so.  Almost immediately she was standing atop one of the large, orange cushions, bending down to open the locker she had claimed for her own.  Once more her feet were moving setting every toned muscles into motion along her legs in a display that would be the envy of many athletes.  Nuo had worked on her physical form since before most children went to kindergarten in the United States and such effort had been maintained even after losing her place on the team.  Truth be told she didn't have much choice but to continually work out.  The uniform was hung up in the metal locker with some reference before she peeled off her top and bottoms, leaving only the athletic undergarments in place.<br/><br/>“This is going to be-ah-so much fun.  We will be the best team.”<br/><br/>Nuo moved in a small circle on the bench before suddenly coming to crash down on the bench.  Sneakers were kicked off her feet before she began to set the uniform on her body.  Hands were eager to put the fabric on her tanned flesh.  Yellow and blue were not her favorite colors, but she would make sacrifices for the team.  The idea of being part of another team was a large part of her excitement, a very large part that touched down to her core.  Nuo had been forced to leave the team she had worked so hard to join at home, the team that she had idolized being part of since she was a small girl.  That loss had hurt almost as much as losing her parents, as losing her friends.  Nuo had lost her team, but now she stood to gain another one.  So a sacrifice such as poor color options was one she would willingly make.<br/><br/>“Are-ah- you happy for this?”<br/><br/>Eagerly she let the question assault the first to enter the locker room after her.    Soon she stood on her feet, body leaping up and down as if she intended to hop into the outfit given to her.  Each hop seemed higher than the last while her hands pulled the outfit up along her body.<br/>