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The Unusual Panda
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- Joined
- Aug 21, 2009
- Location
- Trost
"Oh Gosh, I'm going to be so late!"
"Mali, don't worry about it, I'm sure they'll understand. Besides, it's not your fault if the bus hasn't come yet."
"This isn't how I wanted my first day to go, though!"
The dark haired girl said softly to her older sister, who was kindly standing next to her to try and make her less nervous. It was the start of her senior year, and like usual, she was in another her. Her father was constantly switching jobs or job locations, which meant that she was constantly changing schools and homes. Which honesty didn't bother Malika much at all. She was used to it by now, so whenever the news came that they had to pack up, the shy girl would run upstairs, pack her things, and get ready to leave. However, this year would bring new experiences for sure. She'd never been on a school bus, since she always had lived within five minutes of the school. Plus, she had always gone to private schools, with the whole little uniform and everything else. Now though, she was going to finish her last year of high school in a public school, which was nerve wracking. First of all, they all got to wear what they wanted, so she'd likely be the only one in a uniform(honestly, it was the only thing she was comfortable wearing to school), plus, there'd be boys, which were never in place at her old school. Finally though, the bus came, and Malika hurried onto it, sitting down next to the window and waving at her sister before they headed to school.
Malika was beautiful, in all senses of the word. She had dark, chestnut brown hair that curled and hung right to her shoulders. Big, olive green eyes that would make you just stop and stare for a moment. Her skin was sort of pale, but she certainly had that sunkissed sort of look to her. Malika certainly wasn't thin like a lot of girls, but she wasn't chubby either. She had curves, and they were in all the right places. Actually, the only thin part of her was her waist, giving her that hourglass shape that so many women desired. However, it seemed that this girl didn't really know what she looked like, since she didn't try to show it off. She was in a white, short sleeved dress shirt, with a red sweater vest pulled over it that clung to her chest like a second skin. Her skirt was red as well, and it went down to her knees. She hadn't gone all out though with the uniform, wearing short white socks instead of the normal knee high ones. And last but not least, Mary Janes with a slight heel on them with made the somewhat shorter girl(she was only five four) about two inches taller. Once the bus arrived at the school, she practically ran off of it, hurrying inside and into her homeroom, where the whole class was already there. At least, it looked like the whole class. She had no idea if there were more people, but already it was huge.
"Mali, don't worry about it, I'm sure they'll understand. Besides, it's not your fault if the bus hasn't come yet."
"This isn't how I wanted my first day to go, though!"
The dark haired girl said softly to her older sister, who was kindly standing next to her to try and make her less nervous. It was the start of her senior year, and like usual, she was in another her. Her father was constantly switching jobs or job locations, which meant that she was constantly changing schools and homes. Which honesty didn't bother Malika much at all. She was used to it by now, so whenever the news came that they had to pack up, the shy girl would run upstairs, pack her things, and get ready to leave. However, this year would bring new experiences for sure. She'd never been on a school bus, since she always had lived within five minutes of the school. Plus, she had always gone to private schools, with the whole little uniform and everything else. Now though, she was going to finish her last year of high school in a public school, which was nerve wracking. First of all, they all got to wear what they wanted, so she'd likely be the only one in a uniform(honestly, it was the only thing she was comfortable wearing to school), plus, there'd be boys, which were never in place at her old school. Finally though, the bus came, and Malika hurried onto it, sitting down next to the window and waving at her sister before they headed to school.
Malika was beautiful, in all senses of the word. She had dark, chestnut brown hair that curled and hung right to her shoulders. Big, olive green eyes that would make you just stop and stare for a moment. Her skin was sort of pale, but she certainly had that sunkissed sort of look to her. Malika certainly wasn't thin like a lot of girls, but she wasn't chubby either. She had curves, and they were in all the right places. Actually, the only thin part of her was her waist, giving her that hourglass shape that so many women desired. However, it seemed that this girl didn't really know what she looked like, since she didn't try to show it off. She was in a white, short sleeved dress shirt, with a red sweater vest pulled over it that clung to her chest like a second skin. Her skirt was red as well, and it went down to her knees. She hadn't gone all out though with the uniform, wearing short white socks instead of the normal knee high ones. And last but not least, Mary Janes with a slight heel on them with made the somewhat shorter girl(she was only five four) about two inches taller. Once the bus arrived at the school, she practically ran off of it, hurrying inside and into her homeroom, where the whole class was already there. At least, it looked like the whole class. She had no idea if there were more people, but already it was huge.
