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[color=gray]Front Courtyard[/color][/right][hr][indent]There had been a lot to process, but so little of it did Josiane understand.

To begin, there was the matter of her Gift. Josiane had struggled to become less of a hoodlum and more of a civilized kid, yet now she felt more of an outcast than she had previously. Could she still be considered human? Only a small fraction of the world had access to these powers, and yet whatever force behind the Gifts had chosen to bestow one upon a runt from Haiti. Her world had been completely turned upside down, but at least Josiane—and anyone else with a Gift—were to receive a free college education in exchange for their assistance in future Gift research.

It was an offer Jackson would've wanted Josiane to take, after all.

Standing before the front of the school, Josiane looked upwards, gazing at the ivy-covered walls. She had been overcome by a wave of nervousness ever since she had left Haiti, and it certainly showed. Josiane repeatedly shifted her rugged duffle bag over her shoulder, fidgeting in place as she tried to work up the courage to enter the building. Everything seemed so [i]new[/i]; the city, the people—it was all something Josiane had yet to grow used too, but perhaps that was just her inner foreigner talking.

Still, Josiane hoped that she hadn't stood out enough to be labelled the [i]weird[/i] kid. She certainly didn't want to be pinned as an outcast on the first day of school, especially when her outfits consisted mainly of either worn out or baggy clothing. Being from Haiti, Josiane couldn't exactly buy new clothes every other day and had to make due with what she could find.

Hearing a male voice speak from the campus intercom system, Josiane finally made the decision to enter the building, and followed the crowd entering inside. Several students had already formed their individual groups of friends whereas others stood alone and away from the busybodies, but they all seemed to be heading towards the same direction—to the auditorium. Snaking her way through the steadily increasing foot traffic before it could clog up the hallways, Josiane soon found her way to the the auditorium, and took a seat next to a girl who seemed to be as nervous as she was.

[color=FFFA00][i]At least I'm not alone in this.[/i][/color] Josiane thought, watching the center stage for the orientation meeting to commence.[/indent][hr][right][color=gray][sup]Mentioned — [@Hellion][/sup][/color][/right]