Sabrina De Luca was adjusting well to her new life at the mutant academy, so well in fact that she had overslept for the fourth time since coming here. Indeed, while most of the students were out and about going to classes and getting ready for lunch, Sabrina was still very much asleep, her arms and legs sprawled across the bed, half-covered by her sheets as she silently drooled on her pillow. She would have kept on sleeping the day away, had she not forgotten to turn off the extra alarm she used to wake up when she was dealing with the jet lag after flying over from Italy.

The alarm that she set to play an air horn sound effect.

[color=ed1c24][i][b]BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!![/b][/i] [/color]

[color=a36209][i][b]"Era l'uomo con un braccio!"[/b][/i][/color] Sabrina yelped, leaping up out of her sleep and attempting to break into a confused fighting stance, only to get tangled in her sheets and tumble to the floor with a resounding thud. Blinking the sleep away, Sabrina quickly came to her senses and started untangling herself from the bedding that she had somehow wrapped herself in. Leaping back to her feet as though nothing had happened, she shut off the alarm by banging it twice against her nightstand.

[color=a36209]"Stupid thing won't shut...oh wow it's almost lunchtime,"[/color] Sabrina observed from the time displayed on the clock before shrugging and setting it aside. [color=a36209]"Well, it's a good thing I don't have any morning classes today. Pretty sure I don't, anyway,"[/color] Taking a moment to look around her messy room, her eyes lingered on the custom-made orange motorcycle helmet sitting on the table until she heard a very ominous growling that made her jump before she realized it was her own stomach making the noise. [color=a36209]"Ah, the lunchtime siren calls,"[/color] Sabrina announced with a suitable amount of comedic gravitas as she made her way to the music player sitting on top of her dresser and dramatically flipped the power switch. [color=a36209]"Music, maestro!"[/color]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipqqEFoJPL4[/youtube]

Sabrina danced her way to the bathroom as she got ready for her day in time to Blue Oyster Cult, taking a quick soak to tame her fur, brushing her talons and pearly whites to near-perfection, and styling her "hair" for the day's journey. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was surprised at how common it felt to see that hairy tarantula face staring back at her now. She still remembered bursting into tears after seeing her reflection a few years back, and she'd be lying if she said a part of her didn't want to wake up one morning to see a single pair of green eyes in the mirror again. Still, it's like her Papi always said, "Life's too short to look backwards, take what you have and make something better." It worked for him and his career, and Sabrina was sure it would work with her too. Besides, for a four-eyed hairy tarantula girl, Sabrina thought that she looked pretty darn good today. Granted she didn't know any other four-eyed tarantula girls, but hey, still counts.

Emerging from the bathroom refreshed and ready to go, after paying herself a quick compliment for a good job cleaning up, she tossed on her usual blue tanktop and jeans and danced her way out the door, singing the last few bars of the song as she went. [color=a36209]"I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for yoooooooou!"[/color] Sabrina finished before bumping into someone coming in the opposite direction, a short reedy girl with mousy brown hair and thick glasses who squeaked when she saw what she just walked into. [color=a36209]"Oh, [i]scusami[/i], I'm just jamming out to BO....C?"[/color] Sabrina trailed off as the girl backed away slowly before suddenly vanishing in a puff of smoke. With a glum sigh, Sabrina continued towards the cafeteria with a little less of a spring in her step. She may have been somewhat okay with her own bizarre mutation, but Sabrina didn't need to be reminded of what other people thought of it too. She wanted to be tolerant or god forbid happy with her new form, and people running away in fright didn't exactly help Sabrina see herself that way.

Trying not to think too much about the chance encounter, she turned to thoughts about the cafeteria, and the succulent meals that no doubt awaited her. Burgers, pizza, chicken tenders, and every other meat she could think of. Putting on a little burst of speed, she was darting through the hallways at a good pace and even started to a hum a few bars from the song she was listening to, before she skidded to a halt next to a boy in a red hoodie talking to a blonde girl in front of the vending machine, where she had spotted a familiar candy wrapper. Her eyes locked onto the machine instantly as she dug around in her pocket for change.

[color=a36209]"Is..is that...a [i]butterfinger[/i]?"[/color] Sabrina asked them as she licked her lips hungrily.