<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>Astraflare, Open<br/><br/>“I wasn’t allowed to listen to a lot of music.  Supposed to make me hyper.”<br/><br/>The words were spoken with a matter-of-fact air to them as if there was nothing unusual with the statement and more disturbingly as if she did not consider herself to be hyperactive at the moment.  A moment longer she continued the stretch before quickly lifting her torso up and rolling to her back.  Cramped quarters kept her from laying back fully, but she was able to pull her legs together.  Knees bent and her legs coiled up above her supine figure before kicking upward.  The body arched swiftly so that her feet were under her, abdominal muscles strained over her abdomen to bring her torso to a stand position even as her legs caught on the floor.  Nuo made the movement seem practiced and effortless, as if she were simply getting up from the table.  The open front of her uniform displayed the rippling effect of her body under stress.  Hands once more brushed back her hair as she walked toward the mirror.<br/><br/>A bright smile was given to the other woman as she continued to speak.  Then Nuo looked back at the mirror, turning slightly so she could see her profile.  “You are not fat, you have-ah- curves.  I look like a boy.”  There was a huff and she pulled her hair up into a series of braids.  Eventually she retreated to her bag in order to produce a few pins to secure the straight, black strands.<br/><br/>“That was a neat jump.  Is that something you do or did you learn?”<br/>