Art ends and Sydney goes off to her next class. History. She sighs quietly and walks along, Ria and Mika'ele going the opposite way. She's early, so she takes her seat near the back of the room.

Next to her is Abigail, who she immediately greets with a middle finger. Abigail grumbles and glares at her.

"You don't have to sit here, you know." Abigail hisses rudely. "In fact, I would very much appreciate it if you didn't."

"Too bad; I sit where I want or wherever my fat ass can fit." Sydney grins mischievously, taking out her notebook, pencils and textbook.

Abigail is simmering with unspoken anger. In all these years, no one has ever dared to sass her like this. Without thinking too much, she grabs her pencil and sinks it into Sydney's arm.

"What the hell?" Sydney gasps, snatching her arm away and analyzing the wound. A drop of blood begins to surface. Wiping it away hastily, Sydney grabs a bandaid from her backpack and places it over the injury.

"Brat! Just because I refuse to give you everything you want does not mean you should go and stab me!" Sydney yells, not caring who else is there.

"Keep your mouth shut, new girl, or it will be more than a pencil I use next time." Abigail growls.

Sydney grumbles and turns to her textbook just as the teacher walks in. He then turns to write his name on the board. Mr. Thorne-
A few seconds after the bell, a short boy scurries in.

"Sorry I'm late!" He says quickly. He has short, fluffy light brown hair and porcelain skin. He wears a blue hoodie and shorts, along with black tennis shoes.

"Tango, just sit down." Mr. Thorne responds fairly rudely. The boy nods and goes to his seat.

Sydney sighs as Tango sits down in the back corner of the room. He seems on edge. So is she.

This teacher does not seem polite.