Upon entering the classroom you're met with a variety of different students - each one following a kind of high school movie cliche. You glance around at the bustling and swarming expanse before finding an empty seat in which you promptly claim before anyone else takes it. After settling down, you survey your new pupils, categorizing each group of students into divisions.

To the left of you, you assume are the "gossip girls", dressed up in barely passing dress code outfits, strappy heels and faces full of immaculately done makeup of diverse styles. Behind you are the goths, dressed in chains, spiked collars, piercings and so on. They truly fit the scene and punk aesthetic for sure. You slowly but surely make up names for the other students.

A hand slams on your desk.

A soft squeak of surprise and you snap your eyes up to the figure looming above you, not before noting the perfectly manicured nails, is this perhaps one of the mean girls? You sure hope not.

To your surprise (and relief), it's not! But it is indeed a glowering... femboy?

"This is my seat."

The stranger insists, tone dripping with venom.

"Move or are you so much of a moron your pea-sized brain can't even manage the simplest of commands?."