Sweeping her auburn hair into a high pony tail, Nina used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Volleyball practices had started before the school year began, making sure the prestige name of the Lion's would be seen at the top of every leader board for sports this upcoming year. [b]"Come on ladies!"[/b] the coach encouraged, as they went through the process of bumping, setting, and spiking the ball to one another. [b]"There we go! That's what I like to see!"[/b] the coached called once again.

Nina let out a huff, wishing she hadn't have spent the summer drinking and smoking. It was catching up with her during these intense morning sessions. [b]"Alright ladies, that's all for this morning, shower up, and get ready for the start of the school year. Make sure you keep those grades up. Practice again after school."[/b] The girls flocked to the locker room and began changing, chit chatting between themselves. Leaning against the locker, Nina let the cold metal press against her flushed cheeks. Her bright hazel eyes, gazing around looking to make sure no one was watching her as she removed her gym clothes.

As hurried as she removed her clothes, she covered herself back up. A bruise traveled up her hip bone to her belly button, resulting from a disagreement with her father about curfews. Nina adorned herself with a pair of fitted jeans, and a maroon sweater. Despite being on the volleyball team, Nina was petite at around 5ft 2. She decided to  keep her hair up, her bangs covering her forehead and dark eyebrows. 

Yanking her backpack from the gym locker, she threw it over her shoulders, adjusting it on her back before closing and locking it up with the provided padlock. Pulling out her phone she checked her text messages, and the several social media sites she was associated with. Nothing was too exciting this early in the morning, besides the few statuses about the varying emotions of starting a new year. [i]"Lame"[/i] Nina grumbled, sliding her phone back into her backpack.

This being Nina's second year attending the school, she knew that the welcome ceremony would be taking place soon enough, but first the mandatory tour. Traveling to the entrance of the school where most of the students were gathered, Nina waited until they would call out when her group would be taking the tour.