Many should have already realized that many of us were nothing, Meaning no one wanted us or no on cared for us nor our opinion upon the world. Obviously people could see us as outcast or nobodies but the students here see past everything like our flaws or out past mistakes we share for we are all the same here. Nana was an average being who enjoyed writing, reading, drawing, and playing her bass guitar and sing, Or course she was careless and heartless but she tried her best to get to know people. Her black long hair covered half of her pale face as she walked towards her first period class within the west wing. Her steps were silent while her head hanged down from her shoulders since she didn't like to make contact with anyone's eyes for she always had a problem staring and wondering. Her mind was filled with thoughts and memories as she continued to walk down the crowded halls silently her black long sleeved shirt hid most of her scars along her arms but it was a bit difficult to hide the ones on her wrist Her black skin tight jeans held a few rips but they were still in great condition. She let out a sigh while having to be weighed down because of her overweight black Jamesport backpack that hanged from her shoulders. Her black combat boot clicked against the hard, cold floor as she walked by many students. Being a girl who weighed about nothing and being a giant was not easy for you get fun off by many others. Her parents didn't want her and neither did other school so she was sent here to learn and be taught what she needed to learn for the future to come. She finally arrived in French class after a few minutes of walking and entered silently before making her way back to the room to take her reserved seat in the right back corner.