a writer
tweedledum
"Hi." Skye repeated, tucking her iPod into her satchel. "I'm, Skye. It's... um.... nice to meet you." she spoke up, knowing how fustrated people got with her when she 'acted' all shy. She was bullied a bit for it, but she still had nerves. She looked down the empty hallways. "How'd you end up in this hell hole then?" she asked the boy, trying to make conversation. This guy looked like he could tell her a few things.