As soon as she was safely inside the building, Kimmy closed her parasol and hooked it onto her backpack, securely. Her eyes squinted as they adjusted to the harsh light of the fluorescent sky above her, but it wasn't near as bad as the sun. Even her special contacts didn't stop the headaches from being outside. That was why she often stayed indoors, and on really bad days wore a light hood to conceal her delicate skin. The world was a scary place, without her shading, but she hated it. Ever since the incidents with the closet, she hated the dark.
Today was a good day, though, so she wouldn't think about it. She felt great, no headaches at all, and her short dress really made her look like a beautiful porcelain doll. Sure, her skin was whiter than the clouds, and sometimes others would mistake her as being sick, but the breeze felt too nice for her to cover it all the time. And if one could get past her pasty skin and snow-white locks and gleaming red eyes, then maybe they might even consider her beautiful, someday.
But again, that wasn't something she was bothering to focus on. Today, she would get to see the library she had only dreamed about. Her parents had really known how happy it would make her to go to this school, in particular... And now she was really here. She had seen so many brochures, yet there was only one picture of the vast library. Even if it wasn't really what others were here for, Kimmy saw the hours she could spend sitting in those comfy chairs and reading a good book. She saw the dim lights that would allow her comfort, and she saw the multitude of information she could absorb and learn about the world she hardly got to see. It was enough to make her spine chill just thinking about it.
Glancing around, she quickly spotted a young man with dark, brown hair holding a sign that said "Group 42A." That's me! Eagerly, she made her way up to him and confirmed that this was her proper group for the tour. Thousands of kids were bustling in this hall, trying to find their group for one of the last tour sessions before the welcome ceremony, and so Kimmy was very thankful that she had even been able to spot her group. As they waited the last five minutes before the start of the tour, she nervously looked at the kids who would be joining them. There was a girl with bright pink hair, a woman with a ponytail, a man with bandages on his hands, and a boy with a cane. Her pale face easily flushed red as her stomach churned. There were so many unique, new people she had never met, before. It was unnerving. Don't throw up... Don't throw up...