Felicia watched and listened as she explained a bit of her albinism to her father, or rather their teacher. It was fascinating to say the least. She had never seen anyone with the disorder and only heard of it once. She wanted to understand the girl better, what made her tick and what drove her ambitions. She was the most unique and beautiful thing she had ever seen. Pristine white with such a kind aura about her. Not to say Felicia was some sort of aura reading witch woman, she could just tell things about people by the way they held themselves and spoke.

She was about to held Diana to her seat though a boy had beat her there. His name was Derek, he was a nice kid. Though they had never spoken the fact he didn't join in when teasing Felicia was proof enough, not to mention his passive way of trying to change the subject off of Felicia in his group of friends. She could tell he didn't like the names they called her but he was to afraid to stand against his friends. She held no fault in that. As Diana sat down beside her and returned her greeting Felicia let out a soft laugh, covering her lips with her hand to quiet the noise. She leaned over towards Diana as her father was facing away from the class to write on the board. 

"They look adorable on you." She whispered sweetly before sitting back in her chair fully. She then took out a pad of paper from her back pack and seemed to begin to take notes. She then thought of something else. Leaning over once more. "If you want, we can just photo copy my notes for you to take. So you don't have to strain to read my Dad's chicken scratch hand writing.." She ended her offer with a joke and a delicate laugh.

"I heard that." Mr. Hanks called out without even turning around, knowing the sound of his daughters voice, his voice a playful authoritative tone that seemed to try not to laugh because he knew himself his handwriting was rather poor.

"Sorry!" She responded as she also tried not to laugh.