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[color=db2bc4]"Um.. hi.."[/color]

Rhian turned and and stared at the pink haired girl. She raised her eyebrows impatiently, immediately glancing the girl over from top to bottom. If she wasn't in such a foul mood, she might have complimented the girl's shirt, but, as it were, she wanted nothing to do with any of the freaks attending Four Winds. 

[color=db2bc4]"I guess.. you're here for the school too?"[/color] the girl finally continued, her eyes on Rhian's shoes. Shit-- she almost forgot! Some of the insects were starting to creep a little too close to the lip of her boots. As the girl continued talking, Rhian turned away and shook them off, stomping them into the ground while looking off in the distance and biting her lip. 

[color=9e0039][i]Don't lose your cool,[/i][/color] she cautioned herself. [color=9e0039][i]You're not a freak. You're not one of them. Keep. Your. Composure.[/i][/color]

[color=db2bc4]"We could walk together?" [/color]

Rhian stopped and faced the girl. She didn't want to walk anywhere with her. She didn't want to walk anywhere with one of [i]them[/i]. But if she didn't, who knew how long she'd be lost out here. If she missed orientation, the school might call her parents. Then it would be bye-bye America and bye-bye Harvard.

She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by what sounded like a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wcd8Fd9TswI]chainsaw[/url]. It was getting closer. Rhian's face went pale. Why couldn't it have been a chainsaw? 

She let out a breath, a slightly hysteric laugh accompanying it. Her mind was made up for her, it seemed.

"[color=9e0039]Ok, fine. Which direction?[/color]" her Scottish accent made itself known.

She ran up, bugs flying off her heels, grabbed Rosaleen's hand and pulled, "[color=9e0039]Hurry! Come [i]on![/i] We need to leave. [i]NOW![/i] We-we're, uh, gonna miss orientation! Let's go![/color]"