She resumes her reading.

She nervously pulls at her fabric bracelet of rainbow fabric, its clearly woven by hand. Not just store bought. Had someone made it for her?

She silently turned on her heels to start to her first class, not wanting a tardie.

Trix calmly continues reading, though she watches her from the corner of her eye.

The girl seems very shaky and seems to be quick about her strides, she isn't frail per say, just slender and built cleanly.

She almost walks right into Turner. Her class is near her's.

She eeped softly, taking a hop back to avoid hitting her. "Oh m-my goodness, I'm s-sorry. I should w-watch where I'm g-going." She apologized quickly.

"It's fine." She shrugs.

She relaxes a bit at the calm response, glad that she wouldn't get mad at her.

It's a pretty small AP class. There's very few people in it.

She's alright with that, she'd rather a small class than a large class. She didn't like crowds to often but didn't mind them all too much.