There was a broken telephone game going on all around her and she wasn't being let in on it. What could possibly have all her classmates so riled up? The last time there was a hum like this one of the professors was pregnant by a very handsome man who very scandalously wasn't her husband. Slowly lowering herself into a chair in the massive library she looked around. Perhaps a familiar face would spot here and come over and talk and let her in on the secret that was being so obviously paraded all around her. Until then she would slip into a book and curl herself around the warm ideas inside. Charlize Fredricks was by all standards an average girl among her peers. She had her friends that made classes more fun and lunch less lonely, as well as her books that kept her entranced in her free time. She was funny but not too loud, clever but not a complete study bug. She wasn't one to worry too much about her appearance and rarely could be found tutting or fussing over her reflection in the washroom mirrors, though she did take great pride in her hair. A wavy mop of deep, dark brown that sat just at her shoulders was what she put her effort into. Her straight across bangs were always kept trimmed and were never too long or short. She shampooed and conditioned and treated her hair as if it was her baby, her dark brown, wavy baby. Most other girls were not impressed with her hair as it wasn't overly special, very well maintained perhaps but not something to write home about. If her peers would have anything to say it would be about Charlize's physique. With a slender upper body that extended into a mean curve at the hips there were two opinions of the pear shape Charlize carried around. Some girls loved the fuller bottom and legs that rode along underneath the small waist and petite breasts, others found it too bulky and disproportionate. As for Charlize herself, well she quite fancied her full round bum. Deep in her book Charlize barely heard someone calling to her. "Hey Charlie!" There was a small hand waving in front of her face now. Charlie was her affectionately given nickname from her small cluster of friends. She loved it. Her long pale hand shot up and swatted at her friend's hand. "Hey Magda, get your filthy hand out of my face." She smiled as she said the words, lowering her book to her lap. "Filthy!?" There was a small inspection, blue eyes grazing over soft, peachy, perfectly clean skin. "Oh you shush! Did you hear?" Magda's voice was shrill and squeaky, her blonde hair trembling and bouncing over her shoulders in soft curls as she spoke. "Hear what?" Charlie asked, knowing full well she was about to learn the massive secret going around the school. It excited her. "We're getting a new girl!" There was a hop and a squeal from Magda but it went unnoticed for the most part as Charlie had fallen into her own mind. "New...girl?"