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Anzo High School



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Amaya was staring at the door. She had been siting in her wheelchair on the other side of the hallway from the door for maybe a minute now, reconsidering her choice to join. Her hands were patting her thighs nervously, and her eyes were still on the door even after she had made her choice once again in her head. She stops staring soon, and her eyes glance down at the floor as she pushes herself across the hallway, her wheelchair making a squeak. Amaya was wearing the school uniform, and on her head was a gray wool beret. She grabs the handle of the door, and struggles to open it for a moment before she gets the correct grip on it, sliding it open. She rolls in a bit, looking around at the two people in the room nervously. "S-. . uhm. ." She says, stumbling for words.