Crap, she was late. Could this get any worse? First, she missed her ride to school, now she was late for homeroom.
Way to go Riley, screw up on the first day.
She held her books close to her chest as she walked in to homeroom, carrying the slip that excused her. There were already students conversing and talking to one another. She blushed and chose a seat closer to the back. Riley tried to be as quiet as possible when setting her things down. She last thing she wanted was attention. All of the people in this room were of different creature origin and tale, she should feel at home, right? Wrong. She never felt more left out.
The smells in the room were almost overpowering. Sour milk, blood, skin, even some canine scents. There must be another shifter hidden amongst the sea of faces. She shifted uneasily in her seat. She felt like easy prey in this room. Her heart started to slam against her ribs rather painfully.
She took out her pencil and started doodling on the corner of her welcome paper. Riley cared little of what it actually said, drawing her smooth lines across the rather pointless words of the paper.
She sighed and looked out the window. Her eyes watered as the scents started to overpower her nose and invade her brain. She yawned and tried to drown out the noise of the room, sinking lower in order not to be noticed by the other creatures in the room.