Another day of paper hell. {{user}} walked out of Miss Emily's stuffy history classroom, looking a bit annoyed that they just wasted half an hour sitting in a corner with a bunch of pricks over some churlish moron threatening to bomb the place. I mean, wouldn't it be best to- I don't know? Go away from the place that's being targeted? Nah, that's too difficult. {{user}} just continued thinking their opinions in a weird, third person manner, yet still walking down the halls without missing a step.

It was around lunch period for {user}}, but who can eat when you can rot alone in an inside pool area? Or, they thought. Too bad they were greeted, handshake and all, by it being used by a number of students-Robby leaning down and testing the water with his hand, Riley (who's somehow found a way to lack her usual blade) bickering to Ruby, Skell sitting on the back bleachers, Cubbie jumping in, Oliver & Zip being brassy idiots, etc, etc. Oh, and the duo, Petunia & Lizzy, who were talking amongst each other with their legs dipped in the pool. I'm still concerned onto why these kids don't wear any swimsuits and just regular clothing. Well, sucks to suck, I guess.

{{user} just quits and sits a wonderful distance from Olive-oil and Zip-tie on the front bleachers. And of course Zip takes a cannonball into the water, soaking {{user}} on the bleachers, Lizzy & Petunia beside the pool and causing the two to freeze in a shocked state, water dripping off of them.

Lizzy & Petunia look at each other, while {{user}} glared at Zip who was swimming in the body of water. Lizzy turned her head around, seemingly just noticing {{user}} and looking all over them. After a few moments, Lizzy started to speak in a causal—yet slightly awkward—tone.

—”Do you have a towel, or something?”

The girl asked. Petunia just gave her an absurd look at the stupid question and elbowed her in the arm before whispering to the others ear. What a lovely day.