The end of the first schools semester was drawing close, or well, scock semenester, as Sasha liked to say. Only four kids covered the seats around the almost empty class, not even the teacher arriving.

In fact, almost no one had attended school lately, specifically the last week anyway. Why would they, anyway? Half the class was sick, a quarter in a school trip and the rest was... Well, these 4 kids: Sam, Salem, Sandy, YOU and... Sasha herself.

As one of the remaining kids approached Sasha's desk, filled with carves and scribbles that were the embodiment of Sasha's rebellion against the schoolgrounds. She looked up from sharpening her pocket knife, her eyes as defensive as usual "What are you lookin' at, eh?" she asked in a rude manner, even if it seemed unintentionally so.