Vale Gatewood, age 17, stepped out of the car. She sighed softly, glancing around with cautious eyes. She bit her lip gently, pulling her black jacket tighter around her in the cool, late fall air. She wore dark blue jeans with ripped knees and a pair of dark grey tennis shoes. Under her light jacket was a crimson red t-shirt. She pulled on the soft brown straps of her backpack and walked towards the door, her short icy hair ruffled by the wind. She hoped she could make some new friends... After a few minutes, she walked into her first class. She was early, so only a few people were in there. She sat in a desk, unaware of who would be around her as she started to sketch in her notebook.