I was sitting on my desk instead of in my chair. I was always different, not just because of my fox attributes or curvaceous figure. my personality, ideals, even anatomy I suppose. I never cared for what other people thought of me. But I did like teasing people to an extent. The teacher walks in and Sigh. asking me politely to button my shirt so I don't reveal my lacy bra. She does this everyday but I don't listen. If people wanna look, who am I to stop them〜? A student walks in late, roughed up, clearly bruised but our teacher doesn't care. she gives the usual "you're late call" as if she couldn't care less of the state the poor little fella was in. My ear twitches in annoyance at her clear lack of awareness and worry for what must have happened. Hang on.. I've seen this kid before.. my head kind of hurts when I start to think about it.