The ride to the school was less exciting than first thought. The vehicle wasn't like any school bus she had seen before; it was massive and felt more like a luxury limo one would rent out for a Quinceanera or wedding. The tinted windows made it hard to view outside, and since the inside of the bus was slightly dark then outside she visibly glowed slightly, hopefully not enough to annoy any of the other kids. With no one to talk to and nothing to look at, Phoebe felt the pit in her stomach increase, and as a sense of anxious nausea set in she turned her attention to the screen above, watching the slide show with misty eyes.

Arriving was the most exciting part of the trip. Or, perhaps it was the three security checks. Those could surely get the blood pumping. She had sat in silence as the air would buzz lightly with conversation briefly and then fall into the comfortable, heavy quietness once more. Phoebe had wondered briefly what those security checks were for, why they had to be so careful, but it passed quickly as she let herself fall deeply into the plush seat, eyes heavy with boredom and exhaustion. By the time they were let off the bus she was just barely awake, and as she entered the warm summer sunlight and felt the heat dig deeply into her dark skin P.K could imagine just falling asleep right there. But no, they were all quickly escorted into another grand-looking area. The assembly hall to be exact.

P.K found a seat quickly, next to some odd, blue-skinned girl. Her attempted conversation fell on deaf ears, the girl obviously not wanting to partake in any sort of conversation. Slightly flustered, Phoebe turned her attention to the front of the room were an impressive-looking yet portly man stood. He introduced himself as the founder of the school, and from that P.K assumed him to be the headmaster. Her eyes once again drooped with boredom, and she felt her hands rub over the woven sun hat in her hands countless times. She drew invisible circles in the rough material, and once she grew tired of that she drew real circles in the air in front of her. Small, hopefully unnoticed glowing spheres formed at her finger tips. The sunlight pouring through the lovely windows was enough to keep her entertained and full of energy, it seemed, and as the speech droned on she created spirals and stars that eventually faded as she lost concentration.

Soon, the speaker was through, and the crowd of students that had accumulated all rose in one swoop, chattering suddenly filling the hall. People poured around her chair, and in an effort to not get stepped on she rose her knees to her chest and simply waited for the mass of people to dissipate. Waiting was what she did best, after all. And so she sat and watched the colorful collection of classmates wander by, most excited to get down to business while others let their obvious boredom shine clear as day on their faces. It was amusing to say the least, seeing all these mutants in one place. People like her, who wouldn't judge her for being gifted with powers, but would probably still judge her for everything else. Teens were teens in the end.

Eventually, Phoebe rose, white dress shifting gently as she strode towards the less busy reception counter. Instantly, a pretty, blonde lady caught her attention, and the sudden feeling of being... Invaded? Peeked on? Filled P.K's chest. She stood in silence for a moment as the young lady looked her up and down, and then smiled.

"Phoebe Rios! Welcome to Portwood!"

[i]must be a well read lady knew my name instantly[/i]

"[b][color=fdc68a]Oh, hi. Yeah, that's me.[/color][/b]" She bowed her head in thanks at the welcome, smiling sheepishly. The woman nodded back, a smile of kindness return P.K's flustered one, and then with a bubbly voice she continued on.

"You'll be dorming with Miss Yanna Torres in room two-twenty-one. I'm sure the two of you will get along swimmingly." A ditzy laugh spilled from the woman's painted lips, and Phoebe chuckled back, left hand tightening around her sunhat once more. Right, roommate. She had honestly forgotten about that issue. Or... Was it a blessing? Phoebe felt her mind whir with fears and excitement, and after a final nod and 'thank you' towards the kind, blonde lady she turned, eyes scanning the emptying assembly hall once more.

[i]who knows this Yanna chick could still be around who knows who knows[/i]

But she didn't have anyway to figure out who her roommate was right now. Meeting them in the dorm would be her best bet at having a regular, casual conversation. She nodded one last time to herself, gnawing on her lip nervously as she turned and started a slow trek out of the hall, blonde hair bouncing with each step she took.