Same old same old.

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Light blond, straight hair almost fully covers a skinny, neutral face. Hooded blue eyes, set well within their sockets, watch devotedly over the students they've seen at school for so long. A light sprinkle of freckles splashed across her face The is the face of, a true outsider among the student population. She stands among others, despite her scraggy frame. There's something intriguing about her, perhaps it's her passion or perhaps it's simply her sense of wit. But nonetheless, people tend to push her away, while trying to avoid her. But ignorant and closed off was just the tip of the iceberg. She was also passionate, loyal, daring, kind and creative ,but they only showed in smaller doses and mixed with behaviors of being honest as well. She wore a pair narrow fitting, denim trousers that reach down to her ankles and clearly reveal their black combat boots. They're paired with short sleeve dark gray top, black leather jacket and pair of fishnet fingerless gloves. A black school bag hung off her right shoulder. No key chains, patches, or other items decorated the bag with color. Katriy shut her locker with a huge clang. She kept her eyes trained on the door. She pushed it open and let it swing shut behind her. From the outside this building look old and sturdy. It has been built with red bricks and has cypress wooden decorations. Wide windows brighten up the school and had been added to the building in a fairly asymmetrical pattern. She put her skateboard on the ground and pushed off.

She stopped at a crosswalk, she kicked her board under her arm, and walked across the street

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She stopped at a crosswalk, she kicked her board under her arm, and walked across the street. She took a shortcut across a plain grassy field. It looks like the plains of Naboo. She thought absently. Suddenly she tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground, losing consciousness in the process.

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