Briana sat on the ground in the garden, holding her knees to her chest. The air was brisk, but it didn't bother her. She was clad in jeans and a light blue sweater that could be seen peeking out from the collar of her denim jacket. The sheepskin-lined collar of her jacket was folded over a black and white scarf looped loosely around her neck and light tan boots covered her feet. Before exiting her room, she had grabbed a grey knitted hat and placed it on her head after tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. She was seeking solitude, sort of, so she didn't care if her green and grey eyes were visible or not.
Briana's mind was as blank as it could be given her mutations. With a sigh, she simply listened to the quiet around her and let the breeze run it's fingers through her hair. Resting her chin on her knees, she had a fleeting thought that maybe it was a mistake coming here. Sure she was different, like all the others at the school, but the looks were still the same. Briana was normally proud of her mutations, even if they were a pain at times, but receiving the same kind of treatment she had received at her 'normal' school didn't make it easy...
Briana's mind was as blank as it could be given her mutations. With a sigh, she simply listened to the quiet around her and let the breeze run it's fingers through her hair. Resting her chin on her knees, she had a fleeting thought that maybe it was a mistake coming here. Sure she was different, like all the others at the school, but the looks were still the same. Briana was normally proud of her mutations, even if they were a pain at times, but receiving the same kind of treatment she had received at her 'normal' school didn't make it easy...