It was a beautiful day. Or, at least, it was for Ivory.
But then again, nearly everyday seemed to be a good day for Ivory. Her bad days were times she wouldn't even check in to school and call herself in sick, since bad days meant some heavy tears. But normally, it was a great day for the optimistic little lady. It was more than likely that everybody else surrounding her wasn't enjoying their day, solely because they were in school. But as Ivory passed by, each person surrounding her seemed to lift somewhat, their gaze following her as she passed, her sweet, positive aura seeming somewhat infectious, even if only briefly.

The day was rather pretty as well; the clouds seemed to want to put on a show, and had formed themselves into intricate patterns and thick puffs, all surrounding the bright sun hanging among them. There was a light breeze in the air, wafting through the high school gently, caressing each surface it passed with it's cool, light touch. The grassy field centered within the square formation of buildings containing classrooms was bustling with students, some hanging in their huddled groups, others wandering about with their friends, and some even wandering alone. There seemed to be a positive vibe in the air as loud laughs echoed along, and a generally enjoyable feel had settled over the main field area.
It was lunchtime at Pinecrest High School, the time of leisure and fun for most students. But among all of this confusion and laughter and groups, where was Ivory? Well, she was placed in her usual spot, of course!

The young woman could be found cross-legged on a spot of the grass, her messenger bag placed by her side, a couple of contents removed from it's confines. She wore simple clothing; mini shorts, a soft cotton T-shirt which hung off of one of her shoulders, and some flip flops on her feet. She never seemed to be noticed wearing them, for the longest time, in fact, and continues wearing them to this day because of this. Her bright blue eyes were focused on a leather-bound sketchbook in her lap, one of her hands holding down a page while the other held a fountain pen between her deft fingers. A rough sketch of a dragon was on the page, though a skilled sketch nonetheless, and her expression seemed wistful as she occasionally glanced towards the sky and let her gaze wander.

Ivory was usually called out by people for a greeting, where she'd simply wave back with a smile. Many in Pinecrest knew who Ivory was, and she was disliked by very little, if not anybody in the school. Nobody ever had a reason to dislike her, in all honesty. She had always been a lovely soul, and seemed to adore everybody and welcome them in willingly. She liked the feeling of friendship. It always seemed to soothe her.
She chuckled lightly at her aimless thoughts and glanced down at her sketchbook again, adding some more lines to the sketch as she did so.