Miss Photographer | Shashin-ka-san

小泉 真昼 I'm Mahiru Koizumi, Super High School Level Photographer studying at Hope's Peak High. Freshman | HR 110 | DR 330 var sc_texthit_var = sc_texthit_var || [];sc_text_hit(584553,"photographs taken","be913e"); Free Hit Counter 超高校級の「写真家」

[uchikinahime]

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“N-No! You have nothing to be sorry for…my apologies once more,Mahiru-chan…”

You felt terrible for inconveniencing her, the fact that you could barely hold yourself together without making a fool of yourself. There went your plans to try to make a good impression on everyone.

You come out of your stupor as you see the girl clutching a map and showing it to you. She wanted assistance that you were more than happy to help her with, yet you lacked the motivation to be cheerful and pleasant about it. Even so, you didn’t mind.

Taking it from her gently, your mind races as you try to remember the correct corridor and staircase which dorm 330 was located. After figuring it out, you smiled a tad bit towards her. 

“Dorm 330 is l-located on the fifth floor! Just take the elevator and it should be three doors down either on your left or right!”

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Mahiru nodded and repeated the information in her head until she memorized it. Elevator, three doors down. 

"Thank you so much, Tsumiki-senpai!" She bowed a bit, smiling all the while. Mahiru took back her map from the other girl and scribbled down something on it. 

"But before I get going..." Mahiru hesitated. She didn't know if there was anything she could  do for the older girl, but she still had to show her gratitude somehow.

"If there's anything I could do for you, however small, I'd be glad to help. You probably don't need help from a first year, but if you ever do... just let me know, alright?" Tsumiki seemed like a nice girl. Mahiru was glad to have met a dependable person like her. Sure, she seemed pretty nervous, but still.

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Her camera sure was impressive. While looking at it closely, he wondered how the technology behind the device worked. Without doubt the invention of the camera was one of humanity’s greatest achievements. To be able to capture a moment in time was something humanity always had dreamed of and now they possessed that power.

“Not a great talent? You say that, but… I don’t agree. Everyone can scribble something with a pencil, but that doesn’t make everyone an artist. Being a photographer also requires skills and a certain perspective on the world. It’s because you have all those things you have the privilege of calling yourself Super High-School Level Photographer. You are the only one with this right, so show your talent with proud.”

Not that he was the one to speak. The one who was hiding his talent probably didn’t have to right to lecture a freshman like that, but it was too late for him to take his words back now anyway. He had meant every word of it, so he just hoped Koizumi would take it as a kind of compliment.

“Oh, no need to call me Hinata-senpai. Of course, if you would like you are allowed to call me that, but I won’t mind if you don’t. Whatever you prefer.”

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Quite frankly, Mahiru was a bit shocked. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. She only ever got mean looks from people whenever she said that, so she stopped after a while. I wonder why I told him that, then? It's not like I knew he would actually care about that.

So after a while of quiet contemplation, she nodded slowly. It meant a lot to her, especially since the only ones who had said anything remotely similar was her own parents.

"...Yeah. I guess... I guess you're right." Everybody at this school really was different, huh?

"Anyways! Shouldn't that be the same for your talent, Hinata-senpai?" She was glad for the opportunity to change the subject. Besides, Mahiru was sure that his talent was every bit as great...no, probably even better than her own. So, he really had no reason to be embarrassed.

"Everyone at this school is Super High School Level, after all, and you're no exception."

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[shashinkasan]

(ooc obviously) I'm glad I saw something on your page about the main blog because I just sent in my application last night and I went to check up on it and suddenly it's... gone. So it's not just you. :///

at least it's fixed now. whew.

[shashinkasan]

[ooc] what is up with the HPH blog

[[ why is it doing that

what is up with all this ERROR-ing ]]

[[ somebody please tell me that it's only me ;n;

it's not deleted, though. i checked by trying to claim the url but it said somebody already had the url??

what is happening omg ]]

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Stretching your hand out with a slight nod, you fail to notice your hand is twitching, most likely from your nervousness. You lower your eyes, your gaze resting on your shoes as you speak. “M-Mikan…Mikan Tsumiki.” You take her hand, shaking it for a few moments before dropping your own hand to your side. “I’m a…third year…but I just moved here,so…” You trail off, not wanting to go into details as much. 

“S-sorry for being so nervous. I hope you have a nice time here…I hope I do t-too…” It was hard for you to be so confident about anything good happening in your life, but you hopes everything would be different from now on.

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 "I'm sure everything will work out just fine for the both of us, Tsumiki-senpai," Mahiru said soothingly. This girl probably had been through a rough past. That much was obvious from the way she spoke, the way she held herself: hesitantly, and more than a bit clumsily. Tsumiki wouldn't even meet Mahiru's gaze.

"Oh, and no need to say sorry." The other girl hadn't done anything wrong. "After all, if anyone's going to be sorry, it should be me!" The photographer was almost sure that the other girl had more important things to do than helping out lost freshmen, but she had no choice. Nobody else was around, as far as she could see.

"I'm sorry for inconveniencing you even more, but... I was wondering if you could tell me how to get here?" She pointed to the piece of paper she was clutching in her hand: a map of the dormitory, with one room's details bolded out. Dorm Room 330. 

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She didn’t seem angry, but she didn’t seem pleased either. This was all his fault, wasn’t it? What would other students have done this situation? Would they have been able to befriend this girl at first try? No, that didn’t matter. He was Hajime Hinata and nobody else. He was allowed to be here.

“Actually… It kind of is. For me, anyway, haha…… But yes, I thought you would be Super High-School Level Photographer. That’s an impressive talent. The camera you are holding is one of the older models, correct?”

Now that he thought about it, getting to know Koizumi better could turn out to be very convenient. If he played his cards right, he might be able to rely on her if he needed to do an assignment for Photography.

He was bad, if not the worst, at creative subjects. The only reason he had chosen Photography over Applied Arts and the like, was because he knew how to turn on a camera. Apart from that he had no experience in the field, so if had someone to ask for help for future assignments that would be pleasant indeed.

“Oh, I’m a senior. How about you?”

[shashinkasan]

Oh, fine. If he doesn't want to tell me his Talent, that's alright. It didn't really matter, anyways. Everyone in this school was practically bound to be exceptional somehow. It was the whole point of the school! Mahiru decided not to comment on that out loud, though. She wouldn't push him to answer, if he found it so embarrassing.

So, she answered his questions instead.

"That's right. It's a Polaroid Automatic 250 Land Camera," the photographer said, regarding the gadget fondly. Her mother had given it to her for her fifth birthday, when she had really started to become interested in photography. Everybody thought it was a bit early for her to be handling such a camera, but her mother had simply smiled and let her be.

It was a bit clunky, but it was one of her favorite cameras--and her first. "I don't use it all that often anymore, though." Instead, she usually opted for a more modern professional DSLR model. "But still, I take good care of it." The camera had quite the sentimental value, after all.

 She held it up for him to see more clearly:

"Anyways, it's not really that great a talent, if you ask me... I mean, it's just as much the camera's work as the one who took it. Anyone can take pictures." Personally, Mahiru just thought she'd been lucky all these years. Or maybe it was in her blood. If it was, well... that wasn't fair, now, was it? Then again, she thought, the world isn't fair, either. Oh well.

So, he's a Senior already? Mahiru had a feeling that she would miss Hinata when he graduated. Already, she could imagine them in a couple of conversations in the future. (Not that she wanted to in particular, of course. Of course.) He didn't seem like such a bad guy. Sure, he was a bit clueless, sometimes. But he had good intentions. Probably.

Hopefully.

"And I'm a Freshman, actually. I only arrived a few days ago," she admitted. 

"And since you're a Senior," Mahiru continued, "shouldn't I be calling you 'Hinata-senpai', then?"

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First Day, Fresh Start || [open]

The first few weeks of school were some of Ishimaru’s favorites times. It was of the times when he set up new goals for himself, things to improve upon both inside and outside school. For the most part, he wanted to challenge himself academically. However, he did have another goal that he set upon himself this year: to make a few friends.

This was a seemingly easy task for other students; even the ones who had extreme difficulty in school seemed to grasp this concept so easily. For Ishimaru, it was an entirely different story. No matter how much he observed the way his classmates bonded, he always managed to be isolated from the others. This year, however, he was determined to make that change. The first step, of course, was to hold a successful conversation. From there on, he was sure that a friendship would blossom. At least, that was what occurred when his other classmates chatted. 

He found himself at the school’s courtyard, a place where several students passed by or hung out at. Soon enough, he spotted the first person who would be subjected to a discussion with him. With certainty, he marched up to the person and immediately launched into a conversation without warning.

“Good afternoon! Isn’t this wonderful weather we’re having? Good enough to make you postpone studying and go outside instead. Wouldn’t you agree?”

It was a bit obvious that even after preparation for this moment, he still wasn’t adept at idle chatter.

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"I guess so!"

Strange, Mahiru thought. The way he said it was a bit... unnatural. As if it were from a really bad play--it sounded as if it were scripted, somehow.

But that wasn't enough to put a damper on her mood. Mahiru was just passing by the courtyard in the hopes of finding another good opportunity to snap some pictures (the school seemed to be filled with them), when somebody suddenly struck up a conversation with her.

That somebody happened to be a young raven-haired man in a crisp white uniform. He seemed rigid, standing with perfect posture. Some kind of soldier, maybe? No, probably not. He didn't seem like it, somehow. Even if he was, who cared?

That wasn't a bad thing, though, his speaking up. The more, the merrier, right? And more friends was always a good thing. She may be a tad bit too independent sometimes, but Mahiru always appreciated companionship.

So the photographer stuck out a hand, saying, "I'm Mahiru Koizumi." She didn't have to say her Talent, right? Besides, it was already pretty obvious. 

"Pleased to meet you!" She continued. Almost nobody shook hands with each other when they first met, really. It was all just a tad bit too formal. But that's a start, right?

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Fuyuhiko was merely walking from one place to another when he noticed her. It was nearly impossible not to, with her vivid red hair. But what caught his attention even more was the camera that she toted around, holding it before her face on occasion whenever she snapped a picture. It was pretty clear that her talent was photography. Few students pursued a hobby other than what they specialized in, though there were a few exceptions. However, judging by the quality of her camera, she had put in too much money into photography for it to be a mere hobby.

He grimaced. It was almost as if she were boasting her talent by gracing the entire campus with her knack for photography. Every time he heard the shutter of her camera go off, he felt himself grow increasingly irritated. If he heard that noise one more time he was going to snap. And then, as expected, he heard the familiar click. Immediately, he diverged from his intended path, headed straight for this unfamiliar girl, ready to give her a piece of his mind. He stopped a good few feet away from her, close enough that he didn’t have to shout, but far away enough that he didn’t catch her immediate attention.

“You must be new here.”

He said this in a sardonic tone as he approached her. He saw her flinch noticeably and, before giving her an opportunity to reply, he continued.

“Wherever you came from, you were probably a hotshot at what you do, but here, every other bastard is a genius in whatever damn thing they do. So going around and flaunting your talent isn’t going to get you any attention.”

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As quickly as she recoiled, Mahiru stood tall and regained her composure.

Well, not exactly.

"That just means we're all here as equals, right? So you better man up and act like it!" Mahiru expected the people here to be better than this. Quite frankly, she was appalled.

"Look, I don't know you, but it sure seems to me like you're the one looking for attention here. Who are you to judge me for what I do? Why do you even care?" she huffed. This guy, whoever he was, really brought out her bad temper. Mahiru was right, though; she wasn't doing anything wrong. Photography was in her nature. Plus, she couldn't help it if the area provided the perfect opportunity to take pictures.

Besides, she didn't need attention. She'd gotten more than enough of that from "wherever she came from".

The blond-haired stranger looked dangerous, despite that angelic face (and short stature, Mahiru noted with a hint of satisfaction) . That much was obvious from the way he talked--or perhaps he was all bark and no bite?

"And what's with that way of talking, huh? I'm sure there's a way for you tell me all that politely!" she hissed, eyes narrowed. She didn't even care about niceties at this point--but she knew that she should stop. And yet, Mahiru couldn't.

"Or are you not even capable of that?"

[soramarukumos]

By シオ

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First day |Open|

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By seeing Koizumi smile at him for the first time, Hinata realized that she was pretty cute. As he stared at her face he wondered why he hadn't noticed that before. It was when her expression darkened and she demanded an answer from him that he understood.

“I don’t think I’m following…”

Just what was it she wanted from him? He really wouldn't mind to move out of the way if that is what she wanted. Maybe there was something he had missed, but before he got the time to think of that new questions got already fired at him.

What is normal for the students to ask each other’s Super High-School Level like that? He was sure that to all the others saying their talent was no big deal, but to him it somehow felt like asking embarrassing questions about his body measurements. Maybe it was because he had grown attached to his talents that he had started to think of it as something personal?

“My talent? I’m not sure if you can even call it that, but… It’s nothing impressive, really! You’re probably better off not knowing…”

Did he want to keep it a secret? He didn't know if he did. He just hoped she wouldn’t get mad at him for not telling her. He would have asked for her talent, but it was rather obvious, looking at the device in her hands. Just what was he supposed to do in this situation?!

[shashinkasan]

Nothing impressive? Mahiru honestly doubted that. Everyone at this school was impressive, in any sense of the word. And "better off not knowing"? What was that even supposed to mean? Oh well. Mahiru didn't actually mind not knowing.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. You men. I can never really count on you, can I? 

"I'm sure it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm a Super High School Level Photographer," she offered, "Although that was probably obvious," Mahiru said, brandishing her camera.

"Anyways, I don't mind you being in my shots. You don't have to move out of the way or anything."

Wow, this guy's really kind of dense. But there was something about him... something that hinted at profound intelligence, maybe. She wasn't sure.

Maybe he's just not used to this kind of thing. At least he's modest.

She decided to ask another question instead of continuing that line of thought.

"So, what Year are you in? You don't look like a Freshman to me," the photographer said bluntly. He's not going to shy away from that question, right?

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First day |Open|

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“Ah…”

What an unexpected turn of events! Who could have thought that one of the students would approach him of all people. He still felt a little odd between all those honorable students, so he was more than happy one of them had dared to start a conversation with him. He better try to make a good first impression!

“Nice meeting you, Mahiru Koizumi. My name is Hajime Hinata.”

She looked like she was younger than him. A freshman, perhaps? He couldn’t be for sure; all those faces were new for him after all.

He soon found his eyes drawn to the camera inside her hands. Although his knowledge about cameras was limited he could tell that this was an older model. The urge to ask questions about that piece of technology was very strong, but before he got the chance his thoughts got interrupted. 

“Oh, sorry. Do you want me to move out of the way? I understand if you don’t want me to be in your shot.”

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"Nice meeting you too, Hinata-kun."

Hajime Hinata, huh? The name didn't ring a bell. Who was this guy, really? Everybody at this school was supposed to be famous or something, she had heard. If that was so, how come everyone Mahiru's met so far were all so obscure?

Her pleasant mood didn't last long, though. "Hey. You still haven't answered my question," Mahiru said impatiently. "Why don't you be a man and answer mine before I answer yours?" 

She mentally slapped herself. What was she doing? She probably looked like she was picking a fight so early into the school year. Again. Anyways, Mahiru didn't actually mind him being in her photographs. Wasn't that obvious from the picture she just took of him? Well, at least he didn't mind her taking that photo. That's good, at least.

The photographer tapped her foot on the ground, fiddling with her camera without sparing as much as a look at it.

"And while you're at it, what's your Talent?"

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Mukuro was quiet, letting the girl blabber needlessly. She was waiting for an appropriate pause, a long enough gap of time in-between the redhead’s stutters for the soldier to exit without much of a lasting effect on the stranger. But, rather, she kept going on and on without too long of a stop.

“… I’m Mukuro Ikusaba.”

That was the best thing to a formal introduction the SHSL Solider could muster up. She was never really into formalities, after all, and she wasn’t about to change for a random kid—

Though, now that she was beginning to recall, this was Super High School Level Photographer she ran into. Carrying the camera around and wearing the same expression in nearly every portrait of herself (though those were few and far between with her taking most photos), Mukuro began to remember parts of Koizumi’s school file—not that she’d have access to these or anything—and to be honest, she didn’t seem to be too much of a problem; so in return, Mukuro would leave her be without much of a bitter tongue.

“You’re fine. You should get to class before you bump into the wrong person, and then you’ll be sorry.” Unfortunately, she wasn’t the sort of person to change her tone, and Koizumi was suffering under an unknown pressure like the poker-faced girl was going to gut her at any given moment—as if she’d waste her time getting unwanted attention from the public, anyway.

“Koizumi-san, I’m sure you’ll be fine if you put the camera down for a minute and watch your steps, you’ll find your classes easier that way,” she added, hinting that she’d possibly grin if she was capable, mostly being sarcastic to the freshman to let her go on a lighter note. Mukuro was the kind who enjoyed dry humor; though it was few and far between she’d say anything slightly funny or not-serious, there was no harm in letting something like that slip. She was sure Junko wasn’t watching, and the school held a more comfortable environment than back at home, so why not…?

[shashinkasan]

What was she thinking, blabbering on like that? Clearly the other girl, Ikusaba-san, was being inconvenienced by Mahiru's chatter. Ikusaba-san's face remained carefully blank and controlled, barely reacting to the photographer's words. If she didn't respond at all, Mahiru would think that the other girl wasn't even listening.

She had to come up with a way to make it up to Ikusaba-san, someday.

"Ah... Yeah. You're right," she said, leaving her camera to hang around her neck. Temporarily, of course. She bobbed her head down to a polite little bow—it was just right, after all. Mahiru knew that the older girl was probably being sarcastic, but she knew that she was right. She shouldn't just go around without looking where she was going. Mahiru made a mental note to try and not get so distracted by taking pictures.

"Thank you for the advice, Ikusaba-san. I'd best get to class now, like you said."

And as she waved to the other girl tentatively and walked away, there was a feeling of uneasiness about her. Mahiru couldn't quite put her finger on what it was—she knew that Ikusaba-san was definitely not to be messed with, but that wasn't it—but it only lingered for a moment.

And then it hit her: she didn't even know Ikusaba-san's Talent. How ever was she going to make it up to her?

She turned around to ask, but the raven-haired girl was already gone.

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Today was the day. Today was the very first day Hinata Hajime could be considered a true student at Hope’s Peak Academy. As he looked up at the enormous building, he realized those 3 years of hard work had been more than worth it. Soon he would be able to step into that building as a senior, but first things first. 

Out of his chest-pocket he took the formal letter he had received. His eyes scanned over the sentences he had read so many times until he found what he was looking for. Almost at the bottom of the letter his homeroom and dorm where written.

After checking if he still had everything with him, the keys which had been send with the letter included, he began his walk to the dorms. Of course he could have asked the chauffeur to drop him off in front of the dorms, but he had wanted to lay his eyes on the school before going anywhere else. 

A few minutes later, he found himself standing in front of the dorms. He got overwhelmed with joy by seeing all those new faces. Although he was a senior nobody looked familiar to him, but that was no wonder seeing as all those years he had been following a different course then those honorable students. Getting to know all those people would be a hard task, but he was sure that if he tried hard enough he would be able to make some friends… somehow.

“I wonder why I’m feeling so nervous all of a sudden, haha…”

[shashinkasan]

Click.

The redhead looked up from her camera--an old Polaroid model, one she had used when she was a lot younger. She grabbed the photograph and waited for it to appear:

"Ah, hello! I hope you don't mind, but I took a photograph of you," Mahiru said, waving her hand that was clutching the photo.

"I'm Mahiru Koizumi." She walked toward the subject of her photograph, a young man who looked like he was a couple of years older than Mahiru herself. 

Another new student from the higher years? That's a bit odd.

Maybe, just maybe she might make a new friend that day. Not that she was hoping, of course. She could get on by perfectly well by herself. Definitely.

She stopped mid-way. "Well? What are you even waiting for?"

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[soniasama]

Princess Sonia Nevermind couldn’t be more ecstatic to be walking down the hallways of an actual school. She clutched her books tightly to her chest and looked around every which way at everything she could! Being a new student was very intimidating, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle! Sonia was finally going to make friends! That thrill alone outweighed any anxiety she felt.

Although, this was probably the fourth or fifth time she made her way around the ginormous third floor of the school. She wasn’t quite sure where her Environmental Science classroom was… and had been determined to find it herself until now. It was about time to ask somebody for help!

So, Sonia hurried over to someone in the hallway and tapped on their shoulder.

“Excuse me! I beg your pardon!” 

“I was wondering if you could direct me to this classroom!” she exclaimed, pointing to it on her schedule. “I’m new here this year, and very late to my Environmental Science class!”

[shashinkasan]

Mahiru wandered around the campus, still not fully used to such beautiful scenery. There was no camera on any part of her person--strange, considering that she usually carried it around with her everywhere.

She was aimlessly walking past everywhere, anywhere, hoping to pass the time away as she waited for her next class. It was supposed to be her PE period, but the teacher had turned up sick. She didn't want to walk all the way to her dorm room to get her camera just yet; it would be lunch soon, anyways, so there was plenty of time to do that later on.

Mahiru happened to be in one of the school's many vast hallways when somebody called for her attention:

"Excuse me! I beg your pardon!" said the girl. She looked just a bit older than Mahiru was, herself--taller, fuller, though the gleam of youth shone through her eyes.

"I was wondering if you could direct me to this classroom!" the blonde-haired girl all but shouted (though she seemed to have found a way to make it sound elegant and authoritative, despite her rattled composure).

Is she a first year, too?

"I’m new here this year, and very late to my Environmental Science class!"

 She's new. But Environmental Science class is offered only to Juniors and Seniors, Mahiru thought absently. Must be a transferee, then...?

And since the class was at least two years too early for Mahiru, she honestly didn't know where it was. Shaking her head, she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know where it is, either!"

"But I could help you look for it, Miss...?"

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[shashinkasan]

Mahiru looks around... [x]

[uchikinahime]

You flinch and tears begin to start forming in your eyes, as you fear you’ve done something wrong already. You turn to face the source of the voice, coming to see a young girl about your age, a camera around her neck and a brown suitcase trailing behind her. She smiled at you, meaning that you haven’t done anything wrong yet. Hopefully it stayed that way.

“U-Um…yes? Can I assist you in any way..?”

As usual your voice came out as shaky and squeaky, which was normal for you. It took courage to even stop stuttering long enough to speak to someone new.

[shashinkasan]

The photographer clears her throat and decides to introduce herself first before answering. Beating around the bush isn't Mahiru's favorite thing to do, but asking favors without even telling your name’s quite rude, you know.

"I'm Mahiru Koizumi, a first year," she beams at the girl in front of her, sensing her distress. Barely-suppressed tears dot the girl's eyes, choppy long hair framing her perturbed features. 

I'm not that intimidating, am I?

Mahiru extends her hand for a shake. "That's what you're supposed to do after meeting new people", her father had told her. She sincerely hoped that the other girl would accept it--she'd just arrived barely five minutes ago, and she already made someone cry? Oh, boy. She had to be setting a new world record or something.