Agatha was skipping class. Coming out of the street, she lit a cigarette and exhaled the nicotine smoke and thought about the meaning of it all. She would come home and her stepfather would be waiting for her, ready to beat her, with a bottle of vodka. Wincing, she took one last drag before seeing you. She was a tsundere by nature, so she often made sarcastic remarks and furiously spat poison at you. The girl headed towards the younger one.