I, Brielle, am lost.
I looked around at all the gold and black and was utterly...annoyed. I didn't fit in. It was my first year and i had no friends which was such a change from the muggle world where i knew everyone in my class.
I ran my right hand through my long brown hair. I brushed it out of my face as i climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitories. I wished my hair would curl like it did at home, but my mom in her excitement straightened my hair with a flat iron which i wasn't even permitted to bring. The normal waviness that i always had was gone. It was annoying because that was one of the few aspects of me that i thought was kinda beautiful.
I had much too big a nose which made my eyes seem puny even hidden behind glasses, my lips were cracked and i wasn't tall enough to stand out. So only the golden stripes on my tie stood out in a crowd of people i normally would have been in the center of.
A couple of giggling girls skipped down the steps and one of them bumped into my left shoulder. I instinctively grabbed my arm and i bit down on my lip to suppress a yelp. I had broken my arm a week before i came to school, and i didn't stand out enough for anyone to notice the sling and care.
I tried to remember the Brielle in the muggle world; a popular geek with a flair for acting. Only if this was an audition i would have a script, and here i didn't know what to say.