Betty, the student body president, and known as a rugged, sat behind the art building of the absolutely huge campus. It was built up of stone and carved pillars, covered in all sorts of plants

The red haired girl was sitting down, her olden, dirty bag sitting beside her with a bloodied bat. She let out a breath, smoke filling the air as she took another swing of a cigarette. It took her a moment to notice, however her gaze glances over right at you. “What?”