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Halfway toward class, Kijani was called into the office. Apparently she'd been chosen to play ambassador (or as she thought of it "babysitter") to a new student. While she obeyed without complaint, her feelings were mixed. In truth, she wasn't sure if she was prepared for a class with guns in it. Even looking at a gun made her feel unbalanced and ill. Before she'd gone off for the summer, the school had been attempting to get Kijani into therapy. She'd made every excuse not to go -- she wasn't about to tell some random stranger about her issues. Still, being saddled with some wide-eyed freshman wasn't exactly the way she wanted to start the year. 

Oh well.

Entering and walking straight up who she assumed was the new student, she suppressed the urge to be surprised. This person was definitely not human, or even close. Definitely more interesting than she'd considered. Best to stick to the point, though. "Are you Medora? I'm Kijani. I'm here to show you around." She flashed a polite smile. "Let's go. What class are you headed for?" No point in delaying when class was probably about to start. This girl (at least Kijani assumed Medora was female) would be getting enough attention without showing up late.