Kijani Ryane

Kijani watched with quite a bit of amusement as several students tried the obstacle course. It seemed a setup for failure, though she did smile as one kid went around the rules entirely by apparently melting a hole in the wall. Now that was thinking. She'd have to keep an eye on him. In the end, though, she was glad that she hadn't been called to perform. She was wearing her good clothes, which were nice and fancy, but restricted her movement. She could do a lot better in gym clothing, and really wanted to show her stuff.

They were dismissed for lunch, and she watched the silent signing redhead vanish with one of the men in black. Curious, very curious. She headed for the cafeteria after a quick introduction and then a goodbye to the polite Anthony. All of these people were starting to get to her, admittedly. She wasn't exactly anti-social. She knew how to talk and be polite. But in this school, she didn't know who she was supposed to be. At home she'd expected to be one Kijani. With her grandmother, another Kijani. With her few high school acquiantances, yet another Kijani. But none of them were quite her. She hadn't formed her new persona for this school, yet, and hoped to get that done as soon as she could. 

Once in the cafeteria, she got a sandwich and soup, and sat in the furthest table from anyone else. She needed a book to hide behind.