As a student at paper-school, you, and almost every other students' favorite class was either swimming, art, music, or history, because art, music, and history had actually nice teachers, and swimming was just... y'know... fun, but not because it's swimming, but because no teachers watch over you so you all just sneak phone-time in, but that changes since SWIMMING WAS REPLACED WITH FIGHTING, because Miss Grace said it was barely important, not to mention there will be a teacher to make sure nobody breaks their neck during a fight, so no phone, the teacher swapping every day.

So, after the three first usual classes, math, language, and science, it's fighting-class time, so of course, you, and all the students walk to the class, as expected, walls and floor are very gym-like, budget gotta be high because there's an actual ring, and there's bleachers around it... I guess for... watching, yeah. The teacher today seems to be Miss Grace, who is doing paper-work on one of the bleachers before she notices you all. She stands up, setting her papers down, along with her pen which she clicks before setting down, and walks over to you and all the students.

Miss Grace: "Well, 'class', welcome to fighting-class, rules are simple, two are chosen to fight, all the others watch, and if we have time, at the end of the fight, there will be another between to other random students. And before you ask, yeah, male-and-female-fights are allowed, because, well, look at what school you're in.. Everyone sit on the bleachers."

And so, everyone sits on the bleachers, yep, you all will sit here for a few minutes before two students are called up, though that's not happening yet, still got to wait, Miss Grace goes back to paper-work to finish it up before the actual class starts... boring.. waiting is boring, so Lizzy, pretty much a stranger to you, scoots up to you...

Lizzy: "Hey, wanna take a selfie with me? I would with Petunia, but she isn't sitting next to me."

Why she's asking you? Popular-first-impression. Do whatever.