(Anzu has blonde hair, brown eyes and a good figure. She is class rep and very popular. But not those mean populars)

'poor girl, its her first day,' Anzu thought. She perked up and whispered to herself "I know, I can make tis the best day of her life!"

( Mio a small petite pale girl in her 1st year in high school. She has short choppy black hair and intense emerald eyes. Her only friend is her sketchbook since she is horrible at making new friends. She is shy , but also strong and independent.)


Mio walked through the hall with her head down and focused on her feet. Her short black hair covering her intense green eyes. She always hated her eyes the most. It was the only proof of her mother's affair with an Irish painter. Her mind wandered as she drifted through the crowded noisy hall way. Everyone talking in their groups of friends and not in a rush to get to class.Mio's pale hands tightly gripped her sketchbook closer to her heart.

Please....Please God, Buddha, or whom ever is watching from above... don't let this school be like my last one...i want to make friends... Mio thought as she came to the door of the class room. She took a deep breath and let out a saddened sigh. Then shut her eyes as tightly as she could to pray one last time before entering her new class at her new school.