"Daddy?"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"I'm bored."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Uh, I dunno."

"Well, just think about it right now, and if you come up with an idea, then you can tell me then. Okay?"

"Wait, Daddy, let's take a walk!"

"Where do you want to go?"

"The big tree! The one on the big hill, with the swing!"

"Well, uh, Iolani. The thing is that Mommy told me that you're not allowed to climb trees." 

"I won't! I promise!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I know you won't, but Mommy..."

"Oh."

"Iolani!"

I jerk my head up with a small yelp. That's right, I'm in stupid history class. "Yeah?"

My teacher sighs and points to the door. "Just go wait out in the hall. I'll be there soon."

I stand up, my eyes still heavy from my sleep. I close the door to the classroom slowly and look around the hall. It's still the same hallway that I'm in often during class. I don't know why I was expecting anything new.

"Hey." 

I turn around. Morrin is sitting in front of the classroom across the hall.

"Didn't think that you got into trouble often, too." He tells me with a little grin.

I don't reply.

"The two people who don't belong here, heh." He continues.

I glare at him. 

"What?"

"Don't be rude." I mutter.

"How is that rude?"

I stand up and walk into the girl's bathroom. As I shut the door, I hear Morrin yelling for me to answer him. That boy just lives to argue. I turn to the mirror and look at myself. My lanky height and bony shoulders seem more noticeable than ever right now. 

As a girl enters the bathroom, I turn and stare at her. She gives me a look of fear and backs out of the room.

I look back at myself at the mirror. Am I really that intimidating? How can I? I have pale skin and acne all over my face, rosy cheeks, dark brown eyes that are partially hidden behind my bangs, and black hair with streaks of dark red pulled back into a small ponytail. I'm wearing my grey sweatshirt with the faded logo of the local SPCA on it that's a few sizes too big with black sweatpants.

I sigh and walk out of the bathroom. Morrin is still sitting across the hall but he glares at me as I sit down in front of the history room's door. Before he can say anything, I cough, trying to get his attention. "Morrin?"

"What?" he asks.

"Am I intimidating?"

He shrugs. "Well, you're really tall. And you wear tall sneakers, which don't help."

"How does my height make me scary?"

"Well, it doesn't make you scary so to say, just, huh, uh... It makes people not want to fight you?" Morrin attempts to say.

"You're tall, too. Have people ever just walked away from you?" I question. He isn't much help, but he's the only other person as tall as I am that I know.

He shakes his head. "Nope, not that I can think of."

I groan. "You're not any help!"

"Well, I will be soon. Stand up and come over here." Morrin instructs.

I hesitantly walk to Morrin. "What are you doing?"

He raises an eyebrow. "So we're both almost six feet, right?"

I nod. "How does this have to do with anything?"

He studies me. "Okay. Go to the bathroom and try to change your appearance as much as you can. Take as long as you need. If your teacher comes out here, I'll stall him, okay?"

I don't want to argue with him, so I just trudge back to the bathroom.

"What can I do?" I ask my reflection. I slowly take my hair out of the ponytail. It falls down to my ears. I reach into the pocket of my pants and take out a red and black checkered bandana. I tie it around my hair, pulling my bangs out of my eyes. After a few minutes of staring at myself, I take off my sweatshirt and wrap it around my waist, revealing a red shirt that I wear under my sweatshirt. I also take off my sneakers, reducing my height by about a half inch.

"There. I look different enough." I tell myself and walk out of the bathroom. "Ta-da!" I run up to Morrin. "Is this good?"

He shrugs. "It's a start, I guess. Classes will get out soon. After we get lectured by the teachers, stop by my dorm, okay?" 

I want to ask him where his dorm is and more importantly, why, but the door to the history room bursts open. Kids start flooding into the halls and I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Miss Watani, come here, please." 

I sigh. Just another lecture.