Sam skirts along the sidewalk- she's tall for a 14 year old, and somehow both gangly and a bit pudgy all at once. She still has a roundness to her face, but her figure is disguised by an oversized hoodie and an inclination to slouch. Her caramel-blonde hair is mostly crammed under a beanie, but explodes beneath the hat in a cloud of unruly curls. She holds onto her backpack with both hands and keeps her eyes on the floor - avoiding interaction. It's been two weeks now at this school, and so far, she's avoided joining a clique.