[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Xiao Lin[/color][/h2][/center]

Lin stiffly and briskly walked through the gates, carrying with him a demeanor that was devoid and difficult to interpret. He didn't look nervous, neither did he appear confident. More... resigned was probably the best word, as if he were a prisoner who'd only recently come to terms with his sentence.

The tiny, frail looking eleven year old glanced around. This school was as white as an albino polar bear. Quite literally every kid in sight was Caucasian, and most of them dressed in a way that indicated that they were at least middle class. Himself being a financially struggling Chinese immigrant, he was already picturing that it would be difficult to fit in here. 

Lin leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to blend into the woodwork and disappear. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Classes hadn't begun yet, and most students were just socializing. Socializing was never Lin's forte, to say the least. Which isn't to say that Lin was shy, but he rarely had anything in common with his new European peer group. That might have something to do with his unwillingness to accept them, but usually they were just as hesitant and distant with him.