Today was the first day at the new Academy. Atropa took a deep breath and fixed her uniform- which was quite cute, actually. It went well with her pale skin, shoulder length, layered hair, and bright blue eyes. The uniform looked like most Japanese school uniforms- a black blazer, white shirt, black tie, skirt, and shoes. She smiled at herself in the mirror, grabbed her backpack, and walked out the front door. No one was home, because both her parents worked constantly, so she locked the door, and got into her car. It wasn't new, but she kept good care of it. It was an old black Mustang, and it was pretty nice. The air felt good on her skin as she drove, it was a bit hot outside today. The Academy was about thirty minutes away, so she listened to music as she drove, and sang along quietly. When she got there, the school was filled with kids, and she was nervous. She'd gotten in on scholarship, not money. Taking a deep breath, she checked her reflection in the mirror. Good- it looked good. Her skin was clear, she never really got acne, her teeth were straight and white, and her lips were red and pouty. Perfect. "Okay, Atropa. You can do this. Go on." She said to herself, and got out of her car. Locking the doors, she slid her pack on one shoulder, and marched into the school. At the front office, she was handed her schedule, and she saw English was her first class. Kids barely looked at her as she walked by- which was fine with her. She hated being the center of attention. The classroom was empty, so Atropa took a seat by the back of the room, near the windows. "Miss Trist?" Someone asked. Atropa stood up. The man who'd talked looked around thirty years old, handsome in an older man type of way. She smiled. "Yes, sir." "Please, call me Jake. I'm your teacher." Atropa shook his hand and smiled, then went back to her seat. Hopefully everyone was this friendly.