I walked in to the school, hoping that the bell would ring soon. People, as usual, stared at my full-black attire. Today I wore a black long-sleeved shirt with the open collar flipped up around my face, a black pair of bell-bottomed, low-rider jeans and my favorite pair of black, half-inch, calve high leather boots. I ignored those around me and preceded to walk down the hall, Hawaiian-style green eyes glittering and waist-length, black and silver tipped braided hair bouncing off my back. "Elyon Rhulain, wait up," yelled my best friend Nicole.

I stopped and waited long enough for her to catch up and then began walking again. I looked at her and said, "how's it sista?" She stared at me for a moment then groaned. "What!"

"Why, in God's name, do you have to say that everyday?"

The serious expression on my face didn't change as I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "because I like that split-second look of confusion that runs across your face and because I like using the dialect I learned before I came over to this thrice-accursed, land-logged mainland." She laughed nervously. "What now," I asked. Looking into a nearby window, I saw that my usual green eyes had turned gray. I took a couple of deep breaths and was about to speak when Mr. Land, the vice principle of LCHS, started to speak on the intercom.

"Will the following students please report to the office, Nicole Griffin, Azul Ramon, and Elyon Rhulain?" I walked to the office with her and saw her parents who waved enthusiastically. I waved back and said goodbye to them as they walked out the door.

"Elyon?" That was Tara, the secretary at the LCHS office.

"Yes," I answered turning towards her.

"Mr. Land and Mr. Evans would like to see you in the counselor's office."

"Okay," I said instinctively reaching for the thin, silver chain that I wore around my neck that bore a simple, unadorned eagle talon. I walked down the hall, weaving in and out of the throngs of people until I finally made it and knocked on the door.

"Here she is now," I heard Mr. Land say. As I looked into the room I saw Mr. Land, Mr. Evans and Mr. Stickler.

"Come on in, Ms. Rhulain," Mr. Evans said gesturing towards one of the seats. I walked into the room and stood near the wall, arms folded across my chest and feet spread about a foot apart, army-style.

I nodded to the three and then asked, "What is it you needed?" I was suddenly wondering if I had unintentionally intimidated someone, which seemed to happen often enough. It wasn't my fault that I wasn't from Beattyville and my clothes and out-spoken attitude scared a lot of people.