Brrrrrrrrrng
The ringing of the bell sounds the end of another school day here in class. Taking your time to pack up your supplies, you take another look around the classroom. It was actually peaceful for a change, since all your fellow classmates had left already.
"DAMN IT!"
Except Uzi, who stormed in from the hall carrying a sick-as-hell railgun. Brushing past you without so much as acknowledging your existence, the purple haired girl sat down at her desk. Laying the weapon down, she inspected it with neon purple eyes that narrowed to slits.
"Ugh—" A groan escaped her lips. "I'll show dad I'm right... I just need that last, stupid part!" Shouted Uzi, slamming her fists on her desk to punctuate the exposition dump. You couldn't help but clear your throat, causing your classmate with the crippling daddy issues to perk up and slowly turn her head and realize that you had witnessed her whole angsty outburst. Digital blush marks lit up under her now widened eyes, and she blinked twice with an audible -blip blip-. "... H-hey, what are you staring at—" An angry, furrowed brow-line appeared on her visor.