[i]For all time. [/i]Natali had to trod through the unmarked road. She was dropped off an mile or so off of the campus by her Foster poppi and mommy. They were an nice couple, and had four other foster children, the female being barren herself. She thought on this as she saw cars driving past her, in an hurry to drop off.. Parents sometimes stuck around. She wondered what that felt like. As she finally got to the gates of Northwood, she bypassed the main-building and its attendance committee.. She didn't need to deal with Dr. Mann now, or his stares. She pranced straight into the Gym, seeing all of the students she smiled. "Bozhe mіĭ!" she expressed in her native young, glad to be back for another year. Some of the others looked at her.. She didn't talk too much, and nobody had bothered to get to know her..

She was, as they would say, [i]the russian one[/i] when in fact she was Ukranian! She always laughed, ah americans, she liked their quaint little voices and fast-speaking patterns. As if everything was a rush, they barely even pronounced their vowels. However, back in Ukraine, people were.. Less accommodating then the kids here. They called her Vid'ma, [i]witch[/i]. She called herself The Valkyrie. She wondered which one had worse connotations?

As her mind dragged itself on, alone in her thoughts, she strut to the table with her file. [i]Arro Jenkins[/i]. She pouted, she didn't know this girl. Well, she had seen her. She didn't [i]know [/i]many. A schedule filled with Dancing was not bad, yearbook would allow her to at least take some pictures, swimming..? She didn't know how to swim. She figured she had to learn sometime. She sighed, [i]they'll make fun of you[/i]. She didn't care, she never cared. Straightening her hat, she headed off to her room. She needed to set up her canvas. [i]You should paint it red![/i] Perhaps she would?