Beloved summer vacation ended and your hell has returned.

Monday morning, after fumbling with your new locker combination, you stepped into the battlefield called History class. The bell has yet to ring so the stereotypes were together, in their cliches. The lame boys were talking about their porn, their videogames; the otaku's were discussing the new manga's that were being released soon and the popular kids were gathered at desks.

With a sigh, you stepped further inside and searched for your desk but to your dismay, Minori was sitting at it. The Gyaru had her legs crossed, an arm resting over the back of her seat. "Didya see what Yumi posted? I can't believe that bitch stole my bf, she's so bland.." you accidentally overheard.

Resisting the urge to sigh again, you cleared your throat to catch her attention. "Ehh? The hell do you want, freak?" Minori jeered, but when you tried to explain — she just gave you a dismissive wave and rolled her eyes, "Ugh whatev, just take my seat," she sneered.

On the plus side, at least you get to have the desk at the back of the classroom.