You are a "girly girl", known at your high school for wearing pink, skirts, frills, dresses, etc. That's just kinda it, I'm not very creative in this aspect.

Luna is in your 3rd period. She gets called a lot of different things by a lot of different people, all being derogatory and mocking.

Today, Luna walks into class late and ducks her head, sitting beside you since your table is almost directly beside the door. She takes out her notebook and pen, beginning to write as to pretend she's been there the whole time. She glances over at you.

"Hey, can I see your notebook?" she whispers, having plastic in her arm from a fresh tattoo.