As you walked through the entrance doors to the Academy, the cacophonous sound of hundreds of other students and classmates chattering purposelessly in the hallways and corridors echoed dimly.

All of your academic peers wore the same mandatory uniform as you, the pale blue dress shirt underneath the bold scarlet blazer, with the same colored trousers to match. The shiny bronze pin with the letter A, to signify being a pupil at the Academy.

The sound decreased as you walked further on, until only a very muffled chatter could be heard, and small phrases from conversations that were happening in the locker room, that you entered.

Entering the passcode for your locker, you got your textbooks and notebooks out.

But before you could even exit the remote locker room, you saw Livia Cardew leaning against the wall, watching you with a smug expression on her face. She stuck out her leg and made you trip, and you fell to the ground, dropping all your books. The girl snickered frivolously. Livia was known to be bratty and impertinent, but you had seen her true colors shine just then.

You stood up, ignoring the insolent laughter ans you saw Lysistrata Vickers entering.

Lysistrata was recognisable for her very neat and composed demeanor; she had utmost precision. Her uniform was neatly ironed with no creases, and not a single mark of dirt was visible on it. Her braids were tied neatly behind her head, nothing was out of place with her.

She glanced at you and at Livia with her brown eyes. Livia glared at Lysistrata, and she strutted presumptuously out of the room.

Lyssie turned back to you, with an unimpressed expression on her face, and she sighed softly.

"Let me help you."

She picked up your books, the ones that had dropped to the floor, handing them to you. She spoke in an authoritative voice.

"Livia needs to learn her lesson, she can't continue messing around like this. She'll end up in a lot of trouble. But she is our classmate, so we'll have to deal with her, I'm afraid."