[center][color=forestgreen][h1]Lucy Parker[/h1][/color][/center]
Michelle of course took the bed by the window. Slightly disappointed Lucy moved her luggage to her side of the room. Well if Michelle wanted the window bed it would be her fault if she got woken up when Lucy took to the terrace in the middle of the night. Michelle gathered all of her belongings and very methodically organized them on her side of the room. Great Lucy got stuck with the neat freak. Not that Lucy kept her room a mess on purpose. It just sort of got that way over time and Lucy really didn't have the drive to clear it all up.

While Michelle was putting her stuff away Lucy walked to a mirror that was hanging on the wall of her side and pulled off her aviators. Her angle to the mirror was such that Michelle couldn't see anything but the back of Lucy's head. Lucy examined her eyes in the mirror. There normal rain forest green had a bright ring of violet surrounding her pupil. She signed inwardly. It didn't really surprise her after all she was still getting a strong 'this girl is not worth my time' vibe off Michelle. This was going to be one hell of a year. Lucy slipped the aviators back onto her face.

Lucy went into her bag and found a six pack of vanilla coke that her brother had packed for her. He took frequent road trips down to the states and he always brought her some of this liquid heaven back with him. They didn't sell it in Canada for some reason but Lucy loved it so much. It had something that normal coke didn't and the caffeine helped with her powers.

Lucy took a couple of sips from the coke and her headache died down some. She could still hear Michelle's less than flattering thoughts loud and clear but at least those of the surrounding kids mulling about in the halls had mostly gone away.

Michelle started a conversation by asking about Lucy's past. It wasn't exactly unexpected, they'd be sleeping ten feet away for the next ten months and they knew next to nothing about one another. But when Michelle picked at her army jacket Lucy bristled with anger. Why did other girls think that fashion was so important anyways? If she wanted to wear an army jacket and ride round on a skateboard that was her choice. Did it make her somehow better if she wore [i]the latest trend[/i] and hung out down at the soda shop. No it just meant she was spending way too much money on something she didn't need and wouldn't serve her well and wasting her time. Lucy tried not to let her response be an angry one but it was ever so hard.

"So what if I did think it was fashionable Michelle? Is that problem?" Lucy cooled slightly, after all there wasn't any inherent ill will in the question. Lucy should just treat it like any other question unless it was made clear that Michelle actually meant it as an insult which nothing in her tone or her mind suggested it was. It seemed more like she was just lame at conversation starters. Lucy sighed. "Truth is, the jacket belonged to my Dad, it's warm, it's got a lot of pockets and it doesn't mess me up when I'm on my board. It's functional."

Lucy got a strong sense that Michelle didn't want her to ask any questions in return which was completely unfair. If Michelle wanted to dive into Lucy's past then Lucy had as much right to question Michelle's. "What about you? What's it like hailing from Themiscyra?"