Sometime shortly after 2:30 PM, a young woman walked into the high school band room, a hand-crafted dragon cane in hand. She kept it pointed in front of her, moving it around with precaution. However, she wasn't moving terribly cautiously; something that showed she knew this path well but was taking some extra precaution. She heard the snickers of some passing students, immediately recognizing the laugh that constantly was directed at people who were different; fellow outcasts. Ignoring this cruel sound, Addalyn carried on, nonchalantly making her way through the halls till she finally reached her destination. She waited outside the door patiently, pale green eyes staring on unseeing. While the young woman lacked confidence, she refused to fall victim to the antics of the preps and jocks who thought they owned the school. Sure, she was only 5'6", but she stood tall as she could with her chin up and held high with pale freckles flickered across her face. It had taken years of brutal treatment and being pushed around by bullies for Addalyn to finally harden her shell. She had always been rejected by 'normal' people, shunned for her lack of sight. And for that, she was also mistreated. Pushed around, called names, told she couldn't accomplish things, mocked.. You name it, and it'd been done. Now, she had grown accustomed to this and taught herself to ignore it. While she had always been independent, the woman-in-the-making had used to accept help. But now, she couldn't trust people to help. After all those times of people offering to lead her, only to turn around and push her down.. She shook the thoughts and memories off, waves of platinum blonde hair rippling elegantly as she did so. Quietly, she entered the band room, making her way to her seat in the front row. The piano instructor had moved her there, after seeing her trip up(courtesy of her lovely classmates' feet) trying to get to her middle-row seat one too many times. But it wasn't as bad as her other classes.. After all, not many people had signed up for piano. She did her best to ignore the boy behind her who was kicking her seat as she set her cane down, impatiently awaiting class to begin. Well.. Not like the day can get worse.