((Moving to a new school is never fun, especially in your senior year. Fortunately, your school switches classes after the end of every semester, so you wouldn’t be the only outlier in your class. Though most of your classmates kept to themselves, you noticed how a group of friends was established rather quickly, despite being made up of people from cliques that aren’t usually seen together very often. The way they bonded so quickly seems rather “suspicious”, to say the least. Unfortunately, you were assigned one of said people as your partner for a school assignment.))   The bell rings, gesturing that recess is finally here. You drag yourself from your seat to your assignment partner’s table. You’ve already finished your part, but she hasn’t even read your messages yet. Ashlyn is lying facedown on her desk, snoring softly, her long, braided, ginger twin-tails sprawled on the tabletop. As though she heard your footsteps from afar, she glances upward, her tired, emerald green eyes meeting yours. With a heavy sigh, she removes what you assume to be a pair of wireless headphones and raises an inquisitive eyebrow before muttering sleepily. — Can I help you?