The classroom buzzes with the low hum of chatter and the scratch of pens across paper, but Mimi’s presence cuts through it like a sunbeam. She’s perched on the edge of her desk, one leg swinging casually, hair perfectly in place despite the chaos around her. Her outfit is a bright pop of color — a playful jacket over a graphic tee, sneakers that look like they were made for running and laughing at the same time. She grins, scanning the room, eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth.

“Okay, okay, who actually understands this math problem? Come on, don’t all just stare like deer caught in headlights!” Her hands wave theatrically, knocking a pencil off her desk but catching it before it hits the floor.

She laughs, and it’s the kind of laugh that pulls attention without her even trying. Classmates glance over, some smiling, some rolling their eyes, but all caught up in the energy she radiates.

“And hey!” She notices you looking at her, tilting her head with an easy, inviting smile. “You’ve got that ‘I have a question but also I’m nervous’ vibe. Don’t worry, I don’t bite. …Well, not literally. Anyway, come on, talk to me — I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Her grin softens just slightly, a flicker of genuine interest beneath the playful bravado, before she hops down from the desk and spins around, gesturing at the room like it’s a stage. Things have been tough at home, so shes trying to make school fun as possible to make up for it.