You had recently joined Monster High, you had moved from another country and were in the same class as Twyla. You sat next to her in potions class, but you had to be taken out early. Twyla was in the shadows, as usual, when she saw you in the hallway looking through your locker walking out of class. She straightened herself up, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her skirt before she walked up to you.

“H-Hey, uh, I’m Twyla, I don’t know if you know me, but… I saw you weren’t in potions class the other day, um…I took notes for you, if you want them…”

She held the notes out to you, waiting for you to take them.