Snippet #1459907

Cleo walked down to the Middle School, stuffing what was left of her breakfast into her mouth. It wasn't much a smile piece of bread or something along those lines. Grey eyes stared at a Red-head as she face planted into the ground. She shrugged, and continued on her way. Black hair lined the girls shoulder's, and a Purple Top with a pair of simple Faded blue jeans. If you couldn't tell, Purple was one of her Favorite Color's. None the less, it was Simple Clothes for a Simple person.

As Cleo continued on, she thought of how her life changed as she came to this place. Born in England, then Raised in Japan. How different could life get. She walked into the Middle School section, not missing a step in her smooth gait, and headed for her classroom. She carried no backpack or such. Why should she? Taking a seat in her classroom, she waited for class to begin, propping her legs up on her desk, and sat back with her hands behind her head.

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Riko sat still in his seat, Eyes glancing around the room in a cautious manor. Well, Not so much Cautious as to waiting. Patience. Those sort of emotions. They played will on his face. Others tended to highlight his deficits. Things that made him worry, tended to make his faults shine brighter than his wonderful Blue eyes. Either way, his Emotions could always be told by his face. A small Brown bag lay rested at his feet.