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[Isaac Blackwood]

Isaac Blackwood was casually strolling down the "Spirituality" aisle of Rainy Day Books, a bookstore that was located near his school. Well, technically it wasn't his school, as he didn't own it and he hadn't even been there very long; he was only a freshman. But from almost the moment he had stepped foot into Gordon Parks' Academy of the Arts, he felt a sense of belonging. He could almost picture how tough it would be for him to leave it in the coming summer. But he would get to that when he got to that, not a moment sooner. He turned his mind back to what he had come there for, a book. He had heard some good reviews about this book called Heaven Speaks, which was about a woman who spoke to God. The idea was interesting, so now he had begun a bit of a quest to find it. He was comforted by the thought that if he didn't find it here, there was a Barnes and Noble not too far away.

"Come on, where is it..." he muttered to himself. One of his little habits was that he often spoke to himself when nobody around, or, when anybody was around. But right now he didn't have time to be slightly embarassed by that. He finished scanning the top shelf-which he was about level with thanks to his tall height-and stooped down a little to the second one. He hadn't really figured out how the bookshelves were ordered, so he couldn't run by the titles or authors. He had impatiently skipped even finding out the name of the author of the book, and had also strode past the lady at the help desk. Isaac's impatience was getting the better of him, he just wanted to get the book now so that he could go back to his dorm room and read it. So far, he wasn't sure if he had a roommate, so that meant no fielding the sometimes awkward questions about what he was reading.

Not that Isaac ever felt awkward about his faith, God was someone he trusted with all of his heart. It was just something other people sometime didnt feel too comfortable with, and that would occasionally rub off on him. Luckily, he had grown used to this, and had gotten quite skilled as pushing off the conversation in a different direction.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina had left her dorm in the hopes of finding a book she wanted. It was about God and all that. She didn't read very many of them but they did catch her interest. She looked at Barnes and Nobles and they didn't have. Not surprising for her. She did a cart wheel on the street and went into the other book store. She didn't even look at the store clerk. She knew this store like the back of her hand. Actually better then that. She did have a habit of getting cuts and bruises on her hand that she never notices until someone points them out. Yes better then the back of her hand. She smiled at and waved to a few people she recognized from school.

She went down to the aisles and found the one she was looking for. She saw a tall boy looking for a book. He looked a bit infuriated. She smiled to herself. She remembered her first time in here. It was quite annoying. She giggled, she hadn't meant to it just came out. She blushed a deep shade of red and went on her way. She was about two book cases away from him. She sneaked a better look at him. His height said junior or senior, but his face said younger. He was cute and all just a little tall for his age or he has a baby face. She shrugged and looked up and down the shelf looking for that book. Although she kept glancing at him. She tried not to but it was just one of those things. He really was cute. With his hair and all. She just wondered what school he went to and what grade he was in.

She found the book and her eyes widened. It was all the way to the top of the book case. She muttered a cuss word under her breath. She used her dancing legs to stretch as far as she could. Tippy toed and arms out and back stretched she wasn't quite tall enough. "I will get you my pretty." She said to the book. She didn't care if people heard her. She was not to be embarrassed by something everyone did. She tried again and still didn't quite make it. Kristina stretched and leaped a little, she still needed more. Sighing she looked at her legs. "Curse you for being so short." She said to her legs. She muttered some more under her breath and the tried again. She was persistent.

[Isaac Blackwood]

Dimly, he registered that the bell had dinged to signify another person walking into the store. He was too absorbed in checking the second shelf in what proved to be a fruitless attempt. Dimly, he also registered that someone had entered into the same aisle as him. At this point, his hands were on his knees as he looked at the third highest shelf, which was also the middle shelf of books. At this rate, he'd be on his knees before he could find it.

Not so dimly, he heard a giggle come from his right. He looked over quickly and saw that it was a girl, maybe a little older than he was. Of course, his perception of age was off due to his height. He always got rather mystified when he saw people who were precisely the same age as he was only reaching to his shoulder. He had gotten better at judging as he grew, but he was still miserably inaccurate when it came to girls. Now that he was aware of her, he noticed the girl walk about two book cases away from him, and unless he was mistaken, she was looking over at him quite a bit. Yet another thing he hadn't gotten used to with his height, girls older than him took interest because they thought he was their age.

When she spoke, he was surprised. Not just because he had become accustomed to the quiet that had been in the store previously, but because of what she said. It had been funny, even from his slightly far away point of view. He chuckled, and looked over to see what the matter was. She seemed to be trying to reach a book on the top shelf. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't having much luck; not even on her tip toes and with her arms stretched out could she reach it. As he watched, she even did a little leap. But it was a graceful leap; he wondered if she was a dancer, or if she even attended Gordon Parks'. He thought that there might be a Dancing Major there, it would make sense. As she jumped again, he decided to pity her and strode over with a smile.

"Need any help?" he asked.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina glared at the book was just out of her reach. It was really beginning to piss her off. She wasn't much of a person to have a temper, but she really was getting sick of being short. "Damn shelves." She muttered under her breath. She seemed to be growing a horrible habit of talking to herself. She smiled at herself. Shrugging she stretched again. Leaping in the air she almost had it. Of course it slipped out of her grasp. She was getting really annoyed. She was going to give up soon. She didn't much like doing that but everyone had a snapping point. She pushed her hair out of her face and decided that she was going to try one more time. So she did and she failed. She looked around her and noticed that other people were not having this hard of a time. Of course most of them reached the top shelve on tippy toes.

She was seriously about to turn around and march up to the clerk and demand for a latter when she noticed the cute tall guy walk in her general direction. He really was cute. She watched the way he walked to see if it would give away his age. It didn't. She sighed lightly and tried not to watch him walk to her. She turned back to glare at the book. She swore it was mocking her. It was saying 'Ha ha you can't get me.' She shook a fist at the book and turned back around. He was defiantly going to come and maybe help her, or laugh at her. She didn't know and she didn't care. Of course she was hoping the former so she could get the pesky book down from its safe spot. She sighed again as she tried to figure out they guys motive. She couldn't. Kristina wanted to kick herself for never paying attention in Psychology.

She almost hugged him when he asked if she wanted some help. She probably would have if it wasn't for the fact they were in a book store and he could be some creepy person trying to fool her into his arms, so he could rape her. Kristina rolled her eyes at herself. She hoped he hadn't noticed. Rude was not something she wanted this cute younger or maybe older man thinking about her. She wanted him to have sweet images of her before he fell asleep. OK she was letting her imagination run free again. She smiled. She really was quite brilliant if you thought about it. She had a unique and deranged sense of humor. She shook her head and looked up at the guy before her. She seriously had to tip her head back slightly to see him properly. She laughed and then realized that he might think she was laughing at him, and she stopped.

"Yes!" She was quite and enthused at the same time. "I can not reach that book." She pointed it out. "I would love it if you got it for me." She smiled and nodded. "Oh I am Kristina."

[Isaac Blackwood]

She must not realize I walked over to help her. Isaac thought with amusement as he watched her. She glared at the book and muttered at it. And here he had thought he was the only one who talked to himself, at least overly in public. He waited-patience striking him for one of the first times since he'd entered the book stores-as she shook her fist at it and leaned against the shelves, folding his arms. She was a funny girl, and he hoped his previous assumption that she went to the Academy had been right. She seemed like someone he would enjoy getting to know.

For a moment she seemd like she was thinking about something, and he began to think to. He hoped he didn't seem like some random creep, offering to help her like this. Oh well, if she doesn't talk to me, I'll just walk away after. He kind of hoped that didn't happen though. Although she was clearly annoyed that she couldn't reach a book, she was still smiling, and even laughing, whether at herself or him he didn't know. When she had to crane her head back to look up at him, that caused his smile to widen a bit more. The situation probably couldn't get anymore comical.

"All right..." his blue eyes followed where she pointed to the book. "I'm Isaac, by the way." he added, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled the book out. He glanced at the title, and was pleasantly surprised. "Looks like a good book. I actually read this kind of stuff. Didn't think I'd find anybody else who read it around here." he handed her the book. "Part of the reason why I was so frustrated back over there." he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "I figured they didn't stock a lot of the books because not many people would be reading them. And yet, on my first day in here, I meet one." he chuckled. "What a small world." Kristina, was a lot more like him than he'd given her credit for at first glance. They both talked to themselves, and both seemed to enjoy the same books. It was a small world indeed.

((Sorry for shortness xD))

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina glared as he reached the book so easily. She wasn't mad at him. Oh no she couldn't be mad at someone who had offered to help here. She was just mad because she couldn't do it herself. She liked doing things for herself. Depending on other people was actually something she just didn't like, but what she hated. Shrugging her shoulders she watched his movements. He wasn't all that graceful. He defiantly wasn't a dancer. She smiled at how she could guess this sort of thing but not his age. She sighed and smiled as he handed her the book. She looked at the girl on the cover and smiled. It wasn't like she read these kind of things all the time it's just one of those things that had caught her usually short attention. Sighing again she flipped the book in her hands a little. She loved the touch and smell of an unopened book. She smiled up at the cute guy before her. She hadn't forgotten he was there she just got distracted.

She gave him the once over and decided he really was a cute guy. She also noticed that he wasn't poor. His clothes were fashionable and conservative. She smiled. He had little patience and she had a little attention span. They could work well together. She hoped he went to the academy so they could talk and maybe become friends. She smiled at the thought of making some more friends. Most of the time she didn't make new friends she found her old ones. Or sat in with a book. She was a nice person and all it just seemed that the majority of the people chose to steer away from the poor smart girl. She smoothed out her skirt and smiled up at the tall guy before her. She was trying to figure out his age and she just couldn't. It didn't matter to her anyways. Age was just a number. Gender was just a separator. She was bi and proud. She shook her head and smiled at him. She gave him her best flirty smile.

"Thanks Isaac." She continued to smile at him. "They are interesting books. I read one or two here and there." She shrugged and looked at the cover again. "This is sort of a confusing book store. The religion section is right here." She smiled at all the books before her. "I remember the first time I came here it was horrible. I was so lost." She shook her head and looked around. "They are alphabetized not by author of title but by subject." She smiled. "It took me my whole freshman year at the academy to figure it out." She smiled up at him. "I was wondering if you went to the academy and if so what grade are you in?" She shook her head. Still smiling at him. It was sort of hard because she still had to look up a little bit and it wasn't the best thing in the world. "I don't mean to seem rude or anything. I just can not seem to figure out your age." She shrugged.

[Isaac Blackwood]

Once again, he wondered if she had forgotten that he was there. She seemed to be thinking about something as she took the book and looked at the girl on the cover. Not that it really bothered him, but for a fleeting second he wondered if there was something that he had said. That would be unfortunate, offending the first person he met in Kansas City. As he thought back on his reply, it really hadn't been much, or anything necessarily frightening. Just stuff about what he read and how they were alike. Basic things. As much as he already liked the girl, for her having spoken only a few words to her, he wouldn't hold it against her if she thanked him and went on her merry way.

But it seemed she was aware that he was still present as she gave him the once over. Isaac was fairly used to this, his height made people think he was older. He wondered if Kristina thought that as she gave him a flirty smile. He glanced at her, and wondered if she was a dancer. Her legs had that toned yet graceful quality, and he had seen for himself that she was able to leap up quite high in comparison to her height. He pondered asking her this, but decided to wait and see if this conversation was going to go anywhere outside the bookstore.

"You're welcome," he smiled back. When he looked at where she pointed out the religious section, he understood immediately why he was so confused. He was two bookshelves away. How annoying. "Alphabetized by subject? Who does that?" he grumbled a little, his blue eyes immediately scanning the titles for the one he wanted. He reached for the title he wanted-of course it was right in front of him. Darn it all.-as he turned back when Kristina asked him if he went to the Academy and asked what grade he was in. Isaac snagged the book and tucked it under his arm. He hesitated a little before answering. He didn't care if she knew, but sometimes people-girls especially-got annoyed when you weren't as old as they thought you were.

"Yep, I go to Gordon Parks'. I'm just starting there as an Art Student, so...freshman." He chuckled. "Did your guess get anywhere close?"

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina watched his facial expressions as he talked. She was an observant person and she loved watching people. They were just so interesting. Just because everyone gives so much of their attitude away in the way they walk and talk. Not to mention the fact that you could tell if they were actually interested in the conversation or not just by their facial expression. She found people watching to be one of her many hobbies. She sighed lightly. She noticed his teeth while he talked. She wasn't ever aware of people and what they wanted. Just what they did. She smiled as he continued to talk. She really was listening, but with her short attention span she also had to find another way to keep busy. That was how she stumbled upon the whole people watching thing. She looked at the book he grabbed and smiled slightly. She had heard of that book too. She didn't feel the need to read it.

"They do that." She put in with a smile. "I never got it either. I thought it was stupid." She looked around her. "I still think it is kind of stupid." She smiled as she looked at the people around her. They all seemed to be confused. Ah the smell of freshman. She thought to herself. She laughed at herself lightly. Sometimes she just cracked herself up. She blushed lightly as she noted that the cute guy, Isaac, was still standing there. "I'm sorry I am not laughing at you. I just have a short attention span and spend a few moments constantly amusing myself." She shrugged and looked at one guy in the corner of her eye sight that seemed to be really pissed he couldn't find a book. "It is organized by subject!" She yelled at him. He looked up and gave her look but still went on his way. She shook her head and looked back up to Isaac.

"Freshman." She giggled lightly. "I guess I was kinda close. Your face screamed freshman or sophomore. Your height says junior or senior. I knew you couldn't be a sophomore because I would have met you before. I am a sophomore." She looked him over again. "Art student huh?" She smiled. "Does that mean you are good at sketching people?" She couldn't help but ask. Her dream was to have a sketched drawing of her, but her mom would never let her pay for one. "I am a dance student." She twirled gracefully. "I am guessing you already guessed that because of my hopping I was doing." She smiled and looked at her shoes. She needed a new pair already. She also needed some new dance shoes. She went through her list mentally. She had the book and the pens. Now she needed paper, notebooks, shoes, and shower stuff. She sighed as she thought about it. She did not want to leave. She looked back up at him.

[Isaac Blackwood]

"Apparently," he conceded with a slight chuckle to her smiling reply to his not-so-smiling "Who does that?. He felt slightly embarassed as he thought back on his own impatience. And the organization of the store was something he'd have to remember if he ever wanted to go back to Rainy Day and leave with the book he actually wanted, as opposed to quite annoyed. When she admitted to thinking that the layout was stupid herself, he solemnly nodded and replied, "I agree." And that brought back to how it was stupid that he'd have to remember the layout. It makes no sense... Why couldn't the books be arranged by author within the subject? With the subjects very clearly labeled? That was how the bookstore back home had been, and he'd grown to know it very well. It was one of the places he went to most often, right after the art supply store. For a moment Isaac realized how much he missed home, but decided to just remind himself that he was in Kansas City, attending GPA, which was exactly where he wanted to be. Thank God for that. That made the homesickness a little better.

So did talking to Kristina, actually. She was rather entertaining. "That's all right. At least I know what you're laughing at now instead of thinking that you want me to walk away." And he laughed himself as she shouted at the guy who looked almost annoyed as he was when he couldn't find his book. As the guy stalked off, he commented, "And now I'm laughing at the poor other guy who probably is wondering what you meant." he shook his head a little. "I'm glad you explained it to me more clearly. I probably wouldn't have had too graceful of a response."

He nodded when she said that his height had indeed made her think he was taller. It was the usual thing. And face-wise, he supposed he did look pretty young. He didn't even really need to shave yet. "If my face was screaming, maybe I should tell it to be quiet." he joked. While he hadn't put much thought into what grade she was in, it made sense that she was a sophomore now that it was brought to his attention. She also looked pretty young, definitely not old enough to be a senior or junior.

"Yes, but there's more to art than just sketching people, you know." he teased slightly. "And I did guess you were a dance student, I didn't think someone your height could jump that high. I probably can't even jump that high, and I'm almost there height-wise." Isaac wasn't really trying to make fun of Kristina's height, but the fact that she had enough strength to push herself off the ground was pretty impressive.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina was really beginning to like Isaac. He was a cool dude. He seemed to have a sense of humor too. She smiled lightly as her imagination took over her brain. She was picturing them walking around school together. She oddly liked that idea. Normally it took her a long time to like somebody, but not today. She sighed as she thought about her last relationship. She shrugged it off and focused on the guy before her. His eyes seemed to be interested in her and what she has to say. That made her smile lightly. She thought about how much it would rock to actually have a boyfriend that went to your school. Not to mention the fun it would be to sneak around to see each other. She hoped he wasn't to goody goody because then it might not work out. She like to do things that made her adrenaline go. Like things that if she got caught she would be in trouble. Not like sexual things just you know painting the sidewalk and stuff.

She laughed lightly as he said something about explaining things more clearly to him. "Most people ignore me and go on their way, but they never find what they are looking for until they listen." She shrugged and looked towards the main desk. "I am hoping they will give me a job here and then I can help out the innocent and label things." She sighed and smiled all at the same time. She shook her head and giggled lightly as she pictured herself in one of their uniforms. "I would never laugh at you. Oh wait that isn't true. I would laugh at you if you did something funny." She thought and moment. "And let's be honest I would laugh if you fell. I would make sure you were OK first, but yes I would laugh." She smiled at the image she got in her head. "I guess I am just rude like that." She shrugged and looked at the guy she yelled leave with a smiling face and a book in his hands.

She laughed at the screaming face comment. "Don't tell it to shut up. It's cute." She says simply and moved on to the next part of the conversation. "I know there is more to painting then drawing people but I always wanted someone to sketch me. My mom would never let me pay for someone to do it." She sighed dramatically. "She said they were stupid and a waste of money. I never thought it was a big deal to her considering I would be spending my own money, but she was persistent." She smiled. "Would you be able to sketch me?" She blushed at the jumping comment. "Yeah thanks, I love dancing."

[Isaac Blackwood]

"Someone ignore you? Really" Isaac's blue eyes widened in surprise. Kristina didn't seem like an ignorable person. And although he hadn't exactly walked over to her immediately, he had noticed Kristina when she had first entered the store. He just had been a little bit too focused on his own impatience to have the book he wanted. And he certainly hadn't ignored her by going over and helping her out; and now talking with her...talking and maybe more. "I can't imagine that at all. You're too...funny to ignore. Too interesting." he said. Thinking that might come out sounding wrong, he tried to explain a bit more clearly. "I mean, even though I was focused on finding my book, I still noticed you walk in. You made me laugh while you tried to get the book." he chuckled as if to demonstrate the laughter she had caused.

"I hope you do get a job here. You'll probably not just let the poor people go around getting irritated. And I'd come visit you." he smiled at the last thought. Maybe he could deal with Rainy Day and they're odd layout if he would get to see Kristina when he went there. "And it's okay if you laugh at me even if I fall. I mean, I just said you made me laugh when you were jumping for your book. Does that make me rude too?" Isaac's teasing train of thought was slightly set off track by her face comment. So she thought he was cute. Did he want that? He wasn't so sure. He liked talking to Kristina, and yes, she was pretty...Something to think about later. Isaac cocked his head to one side as he thought about this and the sketching question she posed to him. He liked the idea; he could get to know her better.

"I would be able to..." he nodded, his smile widening slightly. She hadn't yet asked him straight out, so he'd make her suffer a little...but only a little. "But you'd have to stay relatively still, you know." Isaac wondered if that was even possible for Kristina, during this whole conversation she had been more or less moving in some way or another.

[Kristina Sylvia]

Kristina smiled when he said that he noticed her when she walked in. She didn't know why that made her smile but it did. She was not one to realize people notice her. In fact she liked going through her life thinking most people ignored her. It was a hard thing to do all considering her dancing skills. She didn't even notice the stares because she didn't want to notice them. "I don't mind not being noticed." She said in a low tone. "I am happy to hear I got your attention." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Even if my actions made you laugh." She teased him back a little bit. "No it does not make you rude. I would have laughed at myself too." She shrugged again and put her weight on her other foot. She looked down and then back up. She didn't know why she does things she just does it. Being ignored sounds better then making people laugh doesn't it? No she liked the idea of making people smile.

She smiled up at him. So he would come visit her. It made her smile. She was thinking that she just made a new friend. Or was it more. She didn't know and she didn't care. Sighing she decided she would let things play out on their own. "I think that would be wonderful. Just no making fun of the outfit." She giggled herself. She knew she would look funny and she probably wouldn't care if he laughed at her, but she wanted to see his response. "Even if I do look funny." She smiled as she said this. She was teasing herself. She does it a lot. "So I am funny to you." She put in with a serious voice. "Well maybe I wasn't trying to be." She giggled. "OK it's fine if you laugh at me. I laugh at me." She smiled at him with a real smile. She smiled a lot. She was a happy person. So it seems. All considering yeah she was a happy person and she loved to laugh. Sighing she looked past his head and realized she missed her dad. She shook her head quickly and pulled herself back to the present.

Kristina pursed her lips. Sitting still was always a challenge for her. "Oh would you please?" She went stiff as a bored. "I can be still I swear I can." She struggled to stay where she was. Still was the word she kept repeating in her brain. She was now looking right into Isaac's eyes. They were pretty. She smiled slightly and then remembered she was supposed to be staying still. She quickly put her lips back to being pursed. She was going to be still. She could it. She could do anything if she put her mind to it. Not to mention if he did sketch her they would have another chance to talk. To hang out. Besides she always wanted this and now she probably wouldn't have to pay as much. "How much would you want?" She asked referring to the money. She wasn't loaded but she had enough to make her get the things she needed and wanted. Not to mention her mom never had a problem with sending a little more green Kristina's way.

[Alexis Donovan]

Alexis Donovan could not believe that Cara was making her go get her a new book. Honestly. Why couldn't she just get it herself? She figured it had something to do with the fact that her sister always says that she's "allergic to books". Right. Like that's true. But, Alexis was kind of glad that she was getting to go. She loves to read, and now she could go look around for a little while, and maybe find a good book or two for herself. Alexis guessed that no one would be in the bookstore today. It was kind of a nice day out today. Well, to Alexis it was. A tiny sly smile started to play at her lips. She was starting to think that maybe she could get Cara a terrible book, and she wouldn't have to go and do what she should be doing anymore. Finally, she reached the book store. It was only a short walk, but she was tired, and that made the walk seem like it went on forever.

When Alexis opened the door, she was a little surprised to see Issac Blackwood and Kristina....something or other. She wasn't too sure of her last name, because they do not have any classes together. The only thing she knew was her first name, and that she's a dancer. She only knew these two facts because Cara (or maybe Vanessa) had told her. She knew a lot about Issac, though. That may have something to do with them being in almost every class together. All of them but their Art class. They were also really good friends, so of course she knew a lot about him. The two seemed to be in the middle of something, though. Alexis really did not want to break that up, so she tried to stay as quiet as possible as she looked for something for Cara to read. Of course, they were standing in the aisle that Alexis was thinking of looking in. So, she figured that she might as well be friendly. "Hi Issac! Hi Kristina." She smiled at each of them as she talked. "How are you both today?" She asked, and looked at a bookshelf, seeing if maybe something was there she could get.

[Kristina Sylvia]

While Kristina was trying to stay still she let her mind wonder. She wondered what would life be like if her dad never did what he did. Would she be here? Would he be here? Would he be the one to drive her all the way here so she wouldn't have to take the stinky bus? Would her mom be the same mom that she is? Would anything be different? She thought about her mom a little and felt the familiar pain of being away from her for so long. She missed her mom. She wondered if her mom missed her. Kristina never thought so. She assumed that her mom only missed the free babysitting. Besides she spent most of her time in her room anyways. The twins wouldn't leave her alone unless she was there. She did like spending her time with her sisters but sometimes she needed to get things done. That was another reason she doubted her mom missed her. The twins could be a handful.

She jumped when she heard someone talk. She looked over at the girl and viewed her as a threat. She didn't let that show on her face or anything. It wasn't anything personal either. Kristina just always get pushed out when a third member enters the conversation. She sighed to herself and forced a smile. She looked the girl over. She didn't seem that much younger then herself. She also thought that she had seen her before. Not like her personally but maybe one of her older siblings. Kristina furrowed her eyebrows trying to figure out who this girl looked like. She couldn't do it. It took like two seconds for Kristina to give up on the mission to find the mystery of the look a like. She had a short attention span.

"Hi?" She said it more as a question then anything else. She wasn't trying to be rude or anything. She was just you know cautious. She didn't know who she was talking to and why this person decided to talk to her. She also couldn't ignore her as she knew her name. That made her raise one eyebrow. "How do you know my name?" She had to ask. It wasn't every day that someone you didn't know walked up to you and said hi and knew your name. It was actually sort of creepy. She tapped her foot lightly. She was not impatient or anything it was just something she did. She was looking at the girl and trying to remember a name or another face. She didn't want to seem creepy or anything she just really wanted to know where she had seen that face before.

[Alexis Donovan]

Alexis's blue eyes scanned this girl, Kristina something or other. She wondered what the rude-ish hello was for. Didn't she know who Alexis was? Almost everyone did. That annoyed the hell out of her. She is a girl who likes to be well known. Cara always tells her to tone it down, but that doesn't mean Alexis listens for one second. But, she never really lets anyone know this. She's tends to keep comments like that to herself. Which is somewhat odd, because she is one that speaks her mind about everything and anything. She blames the drama in her. *It just always wants to play the biggest role in her life. The thing Alexis hated was when Kristina looked her up and down...almost making sure she was ok. Honestly. It wasn't like she was a mass killer or anything. She just happened to be the youngest Donovan girl. Sadly, she cannot say the youngest in the family, but likes her little McCole sister, so she doesn't mind. Saying the youngest Donovan girl made her sound like the baby in the family. Alexis felt as though she should be nice to this girl, though. She didn't want to start anything new.

"Hello." Her voice was kind of flat, but still sort of cheerful, "I'm Alexis Donovan. Maybe you know my sister, Cara Donovan. She goes to GPA with us." She figured that might be a hint enough about how she knew her name. Then again, the girl didn't seem to look like the smartest bulb in the pack. This made Alexis giggle a little. She thought that Cara would be proud of that one. Or, maybe not. Sometimes Alexis forgets that Cara is a big sweetie. "I know your name because my sister and her best friend, Vanessa, told me it. Plus, we go to the same school so chances are that I would know it." Her cheery smirk played on her lips. Alexis really never did smile fully, unless she was overly happy about something, or acting. Or, when she is hanging out with Cara or another one of her best friends. Her blue eyes looked back into Kristina's brown ones. Her eyes sparkled as if saying, 'I know something you don't.' Not that she did, it was just the way she tended to look at people sometimes. "It's," She paused for a second, thinking about the way she wanted to put this, "nice to meet you."

((*It just always wants to play the biggest role in her life. I personally cannot take credit for this pun. =P My drama coach always says that. =P))