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Fox Demon:
A girl with long, black hair sat up in a tree, looking up at the full, white moon that glowed over the forrest. It was soothing. The only thing that could be heard in the distance was the wind in the trees. She sighed and her silver fox ears with black tips laid flat against her head, taking a deep wiff of the mid night air. Her silver and black hair swayed side to side, showing how content she was. The only thing that covered her chest was a peice of cloth that covered her whole chest, but went down into a V cut that reached her belly button. She had black, tight jeans that covered her pale legs, and black converse to cover her feet. Everything seemed so peaceful.

Highschool Student:
A girl with long, dark, raven black hair laid down on the highschool bench outside of the school. There was still about another hour before school started, so she decided to sleep. Her parents kicked her out early that morning, and she didn't really have any other place to go cept there. She was curled up like a cat, her pale form curled up. Her baggy black and blue Tripp Jeans kept her warm from the slightest chill. She was also wearing a black shirt with blue letters that said 'You think you can beat me?' across the frount. She looked so peaceful in her sleep.

Student/Teacher Intro
A girl with long, dark, raven black hair walked into the classroom, her crimson-contacted eyes looking at the floor as she made it to her desk, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. She seemed very pale, but that was her every day. Her skin looked like it had never seen the light of day, ever. The sun from the window just seemed to refect off her.

She yawned and laid her sleeved covered arms down on the tabel, closing her eyes and trying to block out everyone else in the room. She had gotten beaten by her father that morning, and she didn't want anyone to ask what was wrong with her. She just pretended that she was tired. Not like anyone ever asked about her anyone. She was naturally withdrawn and quiet. Most of the teachers and most of the students haddn't even heard her talk. She was afried that if she talked, they would be able to tell the hurt and saddness in her voice.

She crossed her baggy black, blue stitched jean-covered legs as she leaned back, looking outside at the light blue sky. She sighed. Why couldn't she be as happy as everything else seemed to be?

Her head shot up when the bell rang and the teacher walked into the room. Her face flushed with a blush as she looked at her. Well... Time for class.