It was 4th period in a particularly boring English class, and you were staring down at your desk, tapping the eraser-side of your pencil continuously on the desk with your third finger and index finger. The sun bathed down into the classroom through the wide windows to your right, lighting up the entire room comfortably.

As the teacher rattled on, it was suddenly interrupted as the door swung open to reveal the Principal. She briefly greeted your teacher, stepping inside the classroom. In followed a shorter, dark haired girl with hot pink, heart-shaped sunglasses hiding her eyes. Her heel-like boots clacked lightly against the floor as she entered, a straight expression plastered on her lips. The principal introduced her as a new student to the school, named Phoebe Atwell, a transfer from a Juvenal institution. Students gawked, some not so subtly, at the girl at the front of the class.

Soon enough the principal exited the room, and Phoebe walked down the aisle between desks. She stopped halfway, at the seat to the right and one in front of you, looking at a red-headed boy eating some yogurt. After a rather intimidating request for him to move, he begrudgingly stood up and took his yogurt to a different free desk across the room. Phoebe wordlessly sat down in the chair, immediately lifting her feet up onto the back of the chair in front of her. After some awkward stuttering from the teacher, she continued on with the lesson - leaving your slightly wide eyes plastered to the back of the unfamiliar brunette's head.