"Dana Scully." She said sticking her hand out to shake, and the principal took it with a firm grip. He looked impressed at her maturity, puffing out his chest slightly. Probably to get a reaction from her, the principal always had to be on top; he had to keep the students in line. And she was one of them, at least she knew that. She didn't really mind authority either, so it was a win win on both sides.

"I'm , most students call me Mr.V." He said smiling, and motioning for her to take a seat. Which she did, looking around the office slightly.

"I presume Mr.V because it's easier." She replied and he nodded his response. She couldn't help but notice that he seemed to love his job. Nicknames attached. He smiled a lot, and his brown eyes showed his love for the job, and everything it entitled. His brown hair was short, and slicked back slightly. He was not to old, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties. His attire was sharp, pressed pants, pressed shirt, and a professional but fun tie.

"Welcome to Windy High school." She still didn't get the name of the school, so far she'd decided that there really wasn't any wind. And besides, who named a school Windy? It almost seemed like an preschool, or an elementary. Not a high school.

"Glad to be here, I was told this school has top science teachers."

"That it does, but we have many other things to offer."

"Yes I know, I selected a few elective courses." Dana said, she knew that she had to. Even if she didn't want to. All schools wanted her to at least select some electives, because all she usually took was science, math, and English. Mostly because she pretty much had all of her credits, even if she was only a junior. She had two more years to survive, maybe she would graduate early. The only reason she didn't was because she wanted to take some concurrent enrollment so that she could get a head start in college, and that it was free. Much easier.

"I see that, physiology two, computer education, and...FBI Criminology?" He asked slightly confused. "Forgive me but it seems unusual that you would be taking a class in criminology, I thought you wanted to be a medical doctor." He added quickly.

"That stuff has always been an interest to me. I wanted to explore my options." It was a practiced answer, and somehow he knew it. The look she got in her eyes gave her away, she didn't want to be a medical doctor. But wanted to go into a police field, she was obviously trying to please someone.

"Okay, here's you schedule." She took the white piece of paper and stuffed it into her binder. Hoping that there was nothing on it she didn't want. Her mother and father had controlled her schedule a lot. She had been lucky to convince them to let her take the FBI class. She'd told them it was to educate her in more things. The truth was that was where her hidden desire was. She'd always wanted to help people since she was little, so her parents had landed on the choice of doctor, not wanting her to go into anything that would be dangerous. Just as her father had gone into the Navy. They did not want her following in her fathers footstep. So she'd gone along with their plan, hoping that she'd be happy just helping people. Truth was she wanted to be a cop, and that had developed around the age ten.

Dana had always been smart enough to not voice what she wanted. Knowing full well that she'd get disapproving looks from her father. Her mother of course would be happy with whatever she did. But she still played along with her husband, knowing he only meant well. Wanting the best for his eldest daughter. Starbuck as he so commonly referred her to. A nickname she had gained at a young age, and it had always felt special to her. Even though it was embarrassing to be called that in public, at least it was better then some names certain teens had been labeled as. Such as wertle. Wendel never lived that down.

Leaving the office after sharing good-byes with the principal, she pulled out her schedule once again. School had started a week ago, so she wasn't going to be behind but still was going to be the new kid. This was a small town and this school only held seven hundred students compared the the two thousand at her last school. It was going to be different, but she'd moved around a lot so different schools seemed to grow on her. She was proudly a Tiger, Cougar, Ox, and now a Jaguar. And that was just her high schools. Hopefully this would be the last one, she'd like to stay in one place for her remaining high school years. Making some ties here, before she set off in the world.

Arriving at room 1206 she opened the door to her pre-cal room, making every head spin towards her in the process. Everybody looked the same, all completely confused as to what she was doing in their classroom. They obviously didn't get new kids that often, which just made this that much harder. It meant that people weren't so open to having new people in their close knit life.