As the bell rings, signifying the end of 7th period Chemistry, May stands up. She walks slowly and gently over to the door, as she always does. She stands near the door and crosses her arms, waiting for her friend to make her way over to her from the other side of the class, which will take a few moments. She’s wearing ripped black jeans, a grey tank top with a black open sweater around it, she has a few necklaces around her neck and she has converses on. She runs a hand through her fluffy black hair as she waits for her friend.