Paula sighed, sprawling out in her lonely bed, the cold edges of the sheets made her cringe. She didn't want to get up, because she had been sitting here for hours upon bittersweet hours, and alas...she had only grown the least bit tired. That of course didn't mean she didn't want sleep, it was the nightmares that kept her up; ones of flying, childhood, and slight romance, all of which had treacherous and twisted ends. They made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and the hazy world before her seem much darker. But, putting the dreams of the night realm behind her, she got up as reluctantly as possible, a drawn out process of removing her lazy limbs from the comforter that warmed her. Eventually she was out, and she put her glasses on; covering the bland world in a bright new light, and though this happened each day, she always loved to see the clear view.

With a smile she went over to the shower, prancing around in the bathroom and stripping down, she eventually turned on the shower, humming to herself and allowing the steam to cloud her glasses. Stepping in she threw her glasses off, hoping they landed on the toilet or counter-top or something. She was sure they hadn't. Still though, she enjoyed the shower, a blind steamy mess covered in soap. How could it get any better? And yet she felt relieved as she walked out, picking her glasses off the floor, and went to get dressed. She took her time in pampering herself, the whole nine yards; makeup, perfume, sparkling lotion, [url=http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b5/75/8f/b5758f150097b18362f0e657bf8db9f9.jpg]nice hair[/url], and to top it off [url=http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v1/1336692161_1/New-Brand-Women-Short-Sleeve-T-Shirt-Cotton-Round-Neck-Puff-Sleeve-Female-Spring-and-Summer.jpg] a nice enough outfit[/url]. She felt pretty proud about herself, it was a good thing too.

She grabbed a bag to hold her few books and rushed out the door, kind of excited to start the day, after sll a crazy alien robot could come and attack the school or something, that would be cool. Slipping on the glasses she had to go back inside to get, she found herself smiling...it was a bright smile considering how mopey she could be at times. And she mentally congratulated herself for it, walking outside with that grand smile, tripping over people and books too. She felt as though this was a good place for, her already social nickname 'Goof' was spreading, and so she knew she had to be getting attention. Which was good in itself. She just realized now though that she had no friends, people viewed her as some form of the weird 'goof', and she had no idea where to go. On top of all that she was hungry, that was a big deal for her. So she ignored everything else and made her way over to the cafeteria, her smile slowly fading. Today was going to be good, she was sure of that. But today also irked her, she wanted to know what was happening here, inside and out. But she couldn't. But she would. [i]Does this place even have any secrets?[/i] All things aside, she was bored out of her crazy little mind. And that was bad, at least it was to her. She just had to keep trudging ahead, to the seemingly nonexistent lunchroom. As she did she mimed other people, thinking up stupid things they would probably never say and relaying it in her head. That was a good waste of time.

As soon as she got there she smiled, the famous principal Logan was walking through. She knew him as Wolverine, but was kind of afraid to call him that. He seemed scary, and his facial hair was a little [i]too[/i] manly. He seemed like a tank of testosterone that was about to fire. That was an amuzing thought, and so he viewed him as such. Walking away from him she headed towards the ever-so-sweet lunch line. There she waited, and waited, and drooled over the-whatever the food was. Catching the attention and slight laughter from a different student, it didn't catch much more then that though, and with a swipe of her hand the problem was fixed. Soon after she had gotten her food and was on the move, heading towards the nearest empty table and planting herself in a seat. She was about to dig in, then she yawned, and then she decided for was for ninnies. So instead of eating, she calmly rested her head on the table, ready for some well earned rest.

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