Red frowned. Apparently no one here has a map, she thought, exhaling in defeat. Guess I'm doomed to being forever lost. She could see it now. Running down endless halls and corridors, climbing the same staircase up and down over and over, realizing she was running in circles the whole time. She'd never find her class.
There was a ton of commotion, various people falling and bumping into eachother, chatting and a bit of awkward mumbling. It was so much to take in. No one looked quite like the folks at home. There was a chick with bright blond hair, almost so blond it was white, and a huge guy that couldn't be quite human. In addition to those was what looked like a bookworm, twins, and a redheaded beauty. Red tried to take mental photographs of the scene, but things were happening too quickly. Suddenly the old lady spoke. She must work here or something. The principal? She missed most of the speech, besides the dinner part. After the woman had spoken, bubbles burst from her, and Red strained to see what was going on over all the heads of the others, to no avail. By the time she could see, the old lady was gone.
The homeless shapeshifter blinked in confusion. She hadn't imagined the lady, had she? She surely hadn't imagined hearing that dinner was in an hour. Everyone started filing into the building, and Red headed after. As she entered the building her breath stopped. Her new school was gorgeous, and--as she'd figured--totally capable of sucking her up into its abyss. The boys were separating from the girls. Red followed the girls to the girl's dormitory. She read the names of each door, feeling dread for the first time in awhile. What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm weird. Oh wait, I am weird. I'm definitely not normal. But no one here is normal, either, right? What if she's weird like me? Am I dressed okay? Oh God, my outfit is horrid. She's so gonna--
Red's thoughts stopped as she came upon her dorm, and another girl standing in front of it. The girl was wearing her hood, as if it was cold. She was also dressed rather casually. The gray hoodie was a big contrast to Red's crimson coat. Her blue eyes met the other girl's cat-like ones. Silently, she glanced at the girl's name. "Kyrin Chester," she read with a nod. With a smile she held out her hand. "Yo, I'm Red."