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Always an early riser, but never one to take much of anything too seriously, Pocahontas had just been admiring something in the distance, something that she had already forgotten what it was. That morning had gone like any other morning -- careful waking, pulling at her long hair to get it untangled, brushing the mess, and fixing up her appearance, a little breakfast, after getting properly dressed, of course, and the normal hygiene routine -- but there was something she was feeling; she was feeling anxious, and she didn't have any idea why she was.

There were rumors: non-clones coming to the school, participating in the place she had grown up in, living along side them in the dorms. Was it all true? Pocahontas hoped so, in a way, if only to see what the real difference was between those that lived before and those that were living now. Did they laugh as happily as any of the clones? Did they play around and tease like the clones? Did they have mean ones mixed in? She would just have to find out. If nothing else, she knew they were all living, breathing creatures, all trying to get along on a basic level, all trying to survive, but she felt that the non-clone people were biased just because the clones were a little different. For some reason, that picked at her emotions more than it should have. It was probably the blatant racism that she found surrounding not only her past, but portraits of her former life. She clearly did not have English characteristics.

They weren't normal, weren't like the rest of the world, weren't natural births. They were a "threat" to the human race, and a liable one at that. How many other creatures thought on the same, if not a higher, level than every-day people? None that Pocahontas knew of. The clones, though, had the best and the brightest among them, and she relished in the thought of meeting greater minds every day. The modern world was simply amazing; technology and nature would always go hand-in-hand in her mind. Hearing the great thinkers of the ages come up with "smart" things just sent her into giggles; smart people were so fun.

She was suddenly pushed out of her deep thought when something hit her. It hit her hard. She, Pocahontas mentally corrected herself as she got a glimpse of another girl while plopping down on her bottom. Picking herself up, she brushed off her dress and looked to the other girl, brow furrowed in confusion as to why someone would bump into her. Had she made them upset? "Hey," she started to say in a slightly agitated tone, but she decided to deviate from her previous plan of chewing the other person out. "Something on your mind?"