You see her, walking through the halls. Everyone, teachers and students, gives her a wide berth as she passes. Her green eyes seem dead as she stares straight ahead, sipping a large caramel mocha lattè from the cafè just down the street from school. She acknowledges no one in her passing. Her black lace wedding dress sweeps behind her as she, quite literally, glides down the hall. No one impedes the 'Ice-queens' progress. Heavy black biker boots can be seen just under the hem of the ornate dress that covers her from neck to toe. The dress does nothing to conceal the tight, curvy body beneath it. If anything, it accentuates her every curve. She is like a goddess come to life, a goddess of darkness.