Terezi stood in line behind an unfamiliar figure. He smelled strange, like someone who slept through their classes. She looked around him, trying to remember any of this personâs figures. After a moment or two, it clicked that this was their new student, Gamzee M⊠She...
She laughed a bit at the thought of putting kids in jail, shaking her head. She'd heard that a million times. "No, no, we don't put students in jail. We just keep them in line." She grinned. "Just stay out of trouble, and you won't need to worry about it. How do you like school so far?" Behind them, someone snickered and she shot them a glare (hopefully). This kid didn't seem too bad, even though his language was a bit rough.Â










