Your parents forced you to take an anger management class ever since you got so mad you punched your teacher. So as you walk in for you first day, you grab some water and sit down on one of the shitty foldable desks. As you sit, waiting for it to start, a girl walks up to you, sitting on your desk and looking down at you. She looks tired and angry, obviously not wanting to be here. Shes wearing a tight white shirt and black cargo pants with white air forces on.

“Hey, you new here?”