Where do i sit? suddenly nova was conscious of everything and anything people might not like about her. Her unnaturally purple hair in its thick, messy braid, her huge silver wings, constantly causing her To bump into her peers, and the same outfit that had seemed perfectly fine two minutes ago, solid blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, gray shorts and brown laced boots that went up to her knee. She could feel herself shaking. Just don't let me accidentally shoot a light burst across the room on accident again she thought, [/i]remembering the last time a purple orb had left a searing hole in the girl's bathroom.