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[Raquella Sawamatsu]

"fu** you."

Raquella Sawamatsu was one of a kind. She mastered the simple art of looking like such an innocent, perfect creature. A beautiful glass rose, glittering, thrown into a world she hadn't created. Fragile. Serene. Celestial. That was off. She hadn't created the world, but she certainly had made it worse.

And now, who was that fragile rose-girl, unsympathetically pushing her way to her locker? They got in her way. She didn't just start shoving for no reason. She had a shorter fuse than most, but it wasn't like she asked for trouble. Whenever people just didn't get it, she'd curse in Japanese, or English. It worked.
Her hair, thick and long, was balled furiously into a bun at the back of her head, which was supported with an array of jade clips and seashell pins, and a red ribbon. A before-the-knee pale blue skirt and black turtleneck sweater completed the outfit. It was school. She didn't need to dress up. Teal colored wedge shoes, that ended halfway down the foot, cleverly matched the shade of a small pin in her hair. Her long legs were covered in white nylons.

After jamming her way over to the only few cubic feet in the school that belonged to her, Raquella stuck her books inside it and checked her red lipstick and white eyeshadow in the mirror. It was not her day.

[Adrianna Mollon]

Adrianna walked into school. Her wavey brown hair actually behaving like it should be. She had a black and green shirt on, with a green fitted sweatshirt. Who could guess green was her faveorite color?

She made her way to her locker, where way to many people decided to socilaize. She would usauly get pushed around, but she wouldent snap at anyone. As she tried to open her lock, a kid pushed her to the point where she fell onto someone. She fell straight on her back, and knocked the other girl down with her. Adrianna stood up quickly. "Oh my god... I am so sorry." She said sticking a hand out for the girl.

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

(Did you mean, the girl being Raquella?)

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

Raquella took the girl's hand and shuffled up, brushing off her skirt. Oh shit. "It's fine." She said, disguising the fact it was not fine and that being knocked over was the crappiest thing that could have happened at that moment. "Are you alright?" She asked, immediately recovering and back to her graceful self.

She promptly dropped her white and orange lipliners into her miniature makeup case along with the lip chap, moisturizer, powder, white shadow and makeup brush she had out before the domino-reaction fall. Unfortunately, the orange lipliner's end got somehow snapped.

[Adrianna Mollon]

"Yeah... um sorry about that." Adrianna said. She wasent very good with people she never really spoke to before, and that was no way to meet someone. "If i catch that ass hole..." Adrianna said looking around for the kid who pushed her down. "I'm really sorry... did anything of yours break? I saw you holding... sutff." She said not really knowing how to ask the qustion. She attemted fixing her hair.

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

"Oh, I just have to sharpen this one." She held up the orange and white lipliners between her fingers like a pair of chopsticks, and lifted the orange one to show which one she meant. Picking up a small sharpener, she began to sharpen the broken end, the wood shavings falling into the palm of her hand. Smiling, she turned completely.

"It's like a mosh pit in here." Raquella's Asian accent highlighted the words slightly. This was somewhat hypocritical, because the girl was known for constantly squeaming her way to where she had to go by kicking, shoving, hair pulling, and even a few stray slaps. But, it was always another person who started it.

[Adrianna Mollon]

"I have to agree with that one." Adrianna said looking around. It seemed everyone migrated to both of their lockers in the morning. She sighed, every day began bad here. "Oh, And I am Adrianna. I fell on you, so i guess you should know my name." She laughed slightly finally opening her locker.

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

She grabbed Adrianna's hand and shook it. "I am Raquella Sawamatsu." Putting her makeup in her locker, she got back to the previous business of looking at her face in the mirror. She sort of made people uncomfortable like that. But she had the keen ability to never be able to notice emotions of others...or, at least, not care about them.

She forced a bit of a laugh-chuckle-smile. It's funny when you aren't the innocent bystander with the scuffed up skirt. Which looked fine. But the point stands.

[Brian Hill]

(Dude, are you, Raquella, from Japan by any chance, nihon ni kaerimasute kudasai...lol jk jk im wired hi everybody)

Brian came across to the lockers, seeing the girl he had knocked down. "I'm extremely sorry about that, sumimasen, but I was in a hurry. I decided that helping you would be more polite..." he started to babble and trail off, looking at Raquella. His eyes slimmed down as he asked "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

(I don't speak Japanese. I'm not Raquella from Japan, dude. )

"I don't know you." She said, a little coldly and a little stiffly. No, not a familiar face. But, Raquella had a crazy thing where, people just remembered her. Her voice, her attitude, her makeup, her clothing. And she wasn't going to sit around being friendly to everybody. She had classes. This was school, not fun-city-ville. Studies. People on crack should study too.

"I don't."

[Brian Hill]

(Well no shit it's easy to tell sry)

Looking closer at her, Brian grabbed her roughly by the chin and looked scrutinizingly at her face. "You're right, way too young to be the person I was thinking of. Pah." he spat out the words like a revolting drink. Turning away, he quickly blended into the crowds and was gone.

[Raquella Sawamatsu]

Creepy.

She looked over at Adrianna, eyes full of an unidentified emotion. "Doesn't that just make you say, what the hell?" Raquella asked with a laugh, rubbing her chin and attempting to smile. "What a bitch. You know that kid?"

Maybe she was a tad quick to judge, but it's hardly a good impression when you grab somebody and stare at their face for a second then suddenly disappear as fast as you turn up. Problem children of Fairfeild High.