An owl in 6B

Finding a quiet, isolated place wasn't as easy as it sounded. All Avian wanted was a quiet place in the courtyard to settle down and sketch a picture of a tropical screech owl she took several nights ago. But no, the grounds were crowded with chatty students who luckily didn't notice her, like people would overlook a ghost. She finally found a secluded patch of grass and plopped down in relief. Finally! Peace! Her blue striped sundress pooled around her as she slung her backpack in front of her and began rummaging around. Out came a sketchbook, a book stand, a tin of pencils, and a grey putty eraser. She placed the photograph of her little screech owl on the book stand and kept it in place with a paperweight. After finding the owl's basic sketch deep within the bird-filled sketchbook, she opened her tin of pencils and settled with the generic 6B pencil.
Avian adjusted her sun hat and began the owl's shading process, glancing back and forth between her work and the picture. It wasn't long before a canary fluttered down to her shoulder and watched her work. However, this was normal for Avian so she simply ignored the little bird, letting it watch her pencil strokes.

Avian had barely begun her work when someone tripped over her, knocking her onto her back and staring straight up at the sky. Obviously her little canary flew off which irritated her and obviously her peace was disturbed...which irritated her. She got up, scrambling for her sun, and jammed it back onto her head. She rarely took it off so putting it back on was a top priority. Then she looked at the tripper who was now desperately trying to make amends by picking up her pencils and apologizing profusely, much like she would in such a situation. She carefully watched him as he picked up the pencils, very puzzled by his odd appearance. It wasn't the bleached hair he had, as hers was just as snow white, but the odd attire and gaudy makeup job. He was clearly a freshman or at least an eight grader but even still his appearance was strange! Like she did most people she met, she simply eyed him curiously from under her sun hat like a scientist would eye a rare species.

Avian carefully took the pencils from the stranger, making sure as to keep her fingers from touching his like they would burn up at contact. She would have normally began packing up to escape the social situation and draw in a more secluded environment. But this one gazed at her the way she did others, with curiosity and peculiarity. She eyed him right back, cocking her head like sparrows do. Half way through her study of him, he dropped the bomb.
"Are you a vampire?"
Avian's jaw dropped open and she flinched back in shock.
"A-a-a w-what?!" she squeaked nervously.
At first she thought he was making fun of her but seeing the genuine wonder in his eyes made her think he was serious! He actually thought she could be a vampire!
"N-n-no!" she wailed, flailing her arms about, "W-where did th-that come from?!"

"Well...I'm not..." Avian mumbled.
She wondered if there even were vampires on campus but then again, this was Starlight Academy. All kinds of crazy people went there, including herself. Quickly gathering her art supplies and shoving them back into her backpack, she stood up and gave a little bow to the stranger.
"Uh...sorry for tripping...you," she said awkwardly, averting her eyes, "And for not being...vampire..."
As always, she'd avoid any social interaction, especially with people who openly guessed what race she was.

Avian, used to being the one assessing the other, shifted uncomfortably under the stranger's gaze. Now she knew what it was like for others when she looked them up and down like an endangered bird. When he asked her what she was, if not vampiric, she jumped back again, shocked by the stupid question. If she didn't say, he'd probably assume she was half zombie or something.
"I'm a r-regular human girl!" she huffed, holding her sketchbook to her chest defensively, "W-w-what else would I be!?"
Avian was rarely put in situations where anyone got such a reaction out of her. This was one of the reasons she avoided human interaction. The strange thing was the more freaked out by this ...oddity, the more canaries began to gather in the trees behind her, giving off chirps and tunes.