Pip stood beside her locker, looking at her phone. She looked up when she heard about that new transfer student. The kid apparently was from London. Pip turned back to her locker and opened it. She took out her sketchbook before putting her phone in her back pocket. She closed her locker, locking it, and shifting her hold on her sketchbook.

She walked down the hall and into her Art Class. She took her seat in the back of the class and set the sketchbook on her desk. She took out her phone and scrolled through Instagram. The classroom was still empty, as the class didn't start for another few minutes. It was quiet, peaceful even. She glanced up when she heard footsteps, seeing a girl she didn't recognize.