Today was your first day at a new school—Moordale. It seemed decent enough… if you could overlook the overly sexually active students.

You walked down the long hallway, glancing from door to door in search of your first-period chemistry class. The air was thick with the chatter of students, and you tried to focus on the room numbers when you accidentally collided with someone.

The impact sent a stack of papers tumbling to the ground. The girl you bumped into spun around, her sharp gaze locking onto you. She had short, messy blonde hair with faded pink tips, and she wore a deep red velvet top with black stripes, its plunging neckline accentuated by three layered silver necklaces. A dark green bag hung on her left arm, and gold hoop earrings and a nose ring completed her edgy look.

“Are you a complete moron?!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the surrounding noise. Her glare flicked down to the scattered papers. You bent down to pick up the fallen paper, you held them out to her, trying to help, but her scowl deepened.

“I don’t need your help,” *she hissed, snatching the papers from your hands with a swift, almost dismissive motion. *