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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deva" data-source="post: 1324950" data-attributes="member: 13573">It was strange, being in a school setting without the other D'Oiropatas with her. With them around she had always been confident and self-assured, but on her own was entirely new. She felt unsure of herself, often remaining quiet in class unless asked by the instructor and studying more than she did back home. She wasn't uninteligent by any means, but sitting in some of those classes with the braniacs gave her serious headaches.Usually, after classes were dismissed for the day, Raisa would spend at least an hour in the gym. With a disk of music given to her from her friends before she left, she would dance, oblivious to anyone else that may or may not have been around. The pounding rhythm of the tribal drums, the chants in forgotten languages, the pipes that would take her back to Brazil and to her life before being a mutant. When she danced, she was just Raisa.Books crooked in her elbow, Raisa exits the classroom and stands next to the sign-up sheets for the sports teams. Though she likes most of them, she doesn't have a lot of talent for sports and only signs her name on the martial arts list. Very similar to dancing, she figures she'd would at least give it a try.As she's walking back toward her room, she loosens the top few buttons of the white blouse she's wearing. In her room she opens her wallet and chuckles at herself. Right Rai, like its any different than the last time you looked. Won't be buying anything more than a soda, but at least you're getting off school grounds. She drops the wallet and her copy of Lord of the Flies -  one of the books they had been assigned to read -  into her backpack next to her portable disk player and the disk of her dance mixes before heading out to the bus waiting to take them to the Mall.</blockquote>

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