[color=hotpink]Kimmy gave a shy smile as Gideon replied, very politely. He did not seem to be bothered by her in the least. Oddly enough, that actually made her more uncomfortable. Sure, she did communicate with people when she had to, but small talk wasn't exactly something she was good at. Most of the time she would get straight to the point so that she could leave and get away from all of the eyes staring at her. With him though, there wasn't really a "point" to get to... She was honestly just saying hello. Which she had already done. As she stood there quietly, trying to think of what else to say, Kimmy did notice him eyeing her up and down. Something in her heart sunk a little when she noticed this, and her gaze quickly flickered toward the building to her right, avoiding him. [i]Here we go, again...[/i]

Great. Another person staring. Was it really so strange to have white hair and red eyes? Sure, the eyes were a bit creepy, but there were days where she thought her hair was even pretty cute, albeit fine and brittle. She had no idea why he was staring at her, though it could be assumed that he was taken aback by her condition, just like everybody else. All she could do was ignore it the same way she did with others. The tour of the school quickly began, and Kimmy decided it was best to continue on in silence. She still couldn't think of anything to talk about, anyway. They weaved in and out of hallways, through the many buildings of the school and around the courtyard multiple times. When all was said and done, they had killed about an hour and a half just wandering campus. Each time they went outside, Kimmy would take out her umbrella and open it up, shielding herself from the harsh rays of the sun. Sometimes it felt like she would live her entire life in the shy sadness of this umbrella's shadow.

As they continued walking though, she heard that same voice speaking, and once again understood that he was speaking to her. Despite looking her up and down before, Gideon was still making conversation. Was this real? Nobody ever talked to her unless they really had to, once they got a good look at her. This guy was very different... A sort of warmth welled up in her chest as she peered at him from under the rim of her umbrella. Well, actually, she couldn't quite see his face; he was very tall, though she couldn't move the umbrella or the shade would move with it. Blushing in embarrassment at her own frail condition, she just stared at the ground as she responded.

[b]"Oh, uhm... Well, just the normal classes. Math, science... Then I thought I'd try drawing and French.[/b] A wide smile was spread over her lips at the thought of this. She had always loved museums, and something about these classes made her very excited. She was eager to explore other interests besides reading. Though Kimmy never thought she had much talent at these things, she had made the decision to live for herself rather than letting other students scare her off. It was time to try something new and see what might be enjoyable. [b]"Freshmen didn't really get as many options for electives, but those sounded fun! How... How about you?"[/b] She glanced up at him, shyly, as she put away her umbrella. They had entered the building they had started in, and now she figured was her best chance at attempting small talk. It was a weak attempt, but she felt sort of proud that she was having this conversation with him, at all.

As they gathered in that same spot, Kimmy listened to the guide and was quickly given a piece of paper, along with Gideon. [i]Hmm? He's a freshman, too?[/i] For some reason, this had surprised her, and she always tried to be one not to judge a book by its cover. As she looked up and down the page, she spotted the name and, understandingly, had no idea who this was. [i]Tyler Henderson, huh...?[/i] Immediately, she felt sick to her stomach. Something in her hoped that they would be just as kind as Gideon had been so far, but somehow she felt that they wouldn't be quite so understanding. [i]Looks like that will be when the rumors start...[/i] She wanted to hurl, as she already anticipated when her high school life would fall apart. Undoubtedly, it would be quick... and hopefully painless so that she could crawl back into her corner and forget the world, again.[/color]