As she walks into the school, people stop what they're doing to look. The hallways become silent and no one dares to speak. The doors shut loudly, making a few jump. But none of that matters to her.

Jasmine Rose, the girl in question, walks down the hallway as a few kids finally recall how to speak. A few call out to her.

"Good morning, Jasmine!"
"Looking cute as ever, Jasmine!"

Jasmine turns and smiles with a wave. This is her world, her domain. She runs this show. She swings open her locker and gathers her books. Her friends walk over, eagerly chattering away about their weekends.

Jasmine glances up towards the nearby clock. She'd best hurry to class if she doesn't want to be late.

Saying a quick goodbye to her friends, she rushes towards her next class.

She sits down and the bell rings, starting the class. The teacher drones on and on about history, but her mind is already gone. She begins to scribble in her notebook, lost in her own imagination.

She suddenly is aware of someone staring at her. Looking up, she catches the eyes of Kyle, a boy who has been hitting on her since their freshman year.

She glares and he looks away. At least he can take a hint. For now, at least. He's always hitting on her, trying to impress her. He's been passive, aggressive, shy and confident in approaching her. So many different personalities, she has no idea which one is truly his.

And that's a turn-off already. She hates superficial people, these fake ones who only want her for what she has.

Not who she is.
Groaning, she resumes her sketches.
Nothing has changed.

For now, at least.