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Waiting until after the classes were out Isabella decided to explore the new school. Slightly confused by the structure, she had wondered the halls for a while, looking at the different classrooms to get a bearing on were they were at and such. She'd recieved soem information on her classes, but not much. Only that she was a "morning" student, and were she would be going. Exploring the classes was proving to be an effective time waster for Bella.

Curious at the strange door, Isa peeked into one classroom, not seeing anything of intrest, she left, closing the door the way it had been. Truthfully she was looking for the art classroom. That would do, art or some form of a music room. Finding a room without a window in the doorway, she opened it, only to find it was simply a janatorial closet. Heaving a heavy sigh, she closed the door and continued her search.

Bella Cross had chosen so long after the classes were over to explore, only because there was less of a chance of having her mind toyed with. Being around so many people, she knew she wouldn't be able to block every thought out, and once one got through the flood gates would break. The only thing better was that she wasn't getting rushed, nor being touched. That was one of the worst, being touched. When she was just learning about her problem, by herself, she learned that it was sometimes set off through touch. She'd learned that its always best to suffer through the jostling of a heaily crowded hallway, then to run screaming like she was insane at the thoughts she could hear.

Giggling to herself, she found a room that didn't seem to be very frequently visited. Hoping not to get into trouble, she slid in and looked around. It seemed to be an empty practice room of sorts. Walking to the windows she looked out at the grass, and realized that the school grounds were really beautiful (as far as schools go..), and decided to draw. Taking the pad she'd been carrying, she set it on her lap and sat on an old chair, from what she guessed was being stored, and hunted through her bag for a pencil. The school still made her uneasy, so she cast a quick glance over her shoulder, before turning back to the scene outside. She started with a quick sketch and still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she wasn't alone.