InsaneJournal

The morning before her first day at the new school, Psyche changed her outfit three times before she was happy with it. She wanted to look respectable, well dressed but not in a way that would draw more attention than she already drew by just existing.

She eventually settled on a pale blue and pink floral dress with a beige cardigan, and pulled her hair into a tidy low ponytail. Yes. She looked perfectly suitable for a school, Psyche thought. How nice it would be to meet new people.

(In truth, it was actually a little daunting to meet new people. She could never quite tell if people would react completely genuinely to her and be interested in truly getting to know her. But telling herself that it was only the excitement of new friends making her belly upset meant that soon enough she could make herself believe it. She hoped.)

She arrived too early at the school (better than too late!) and ended up walking through the corridors, no students yet around. What Psyche was really hoping for was- Ah! There! An adult (and potential new friend) passing across the corridor in front of her.

“Excuse me!” Psyche called out, her voice polite and with a slight sing-song edge to it. She smiled when the man turned to look at her.