@deathseternalgrasp
Ugh. . . what a pain in the ass.
Rini crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair as far as she could go and then some so it was balancing precariously on the two back legs. She swung her feet up onto the desk with practiced ease, staring at the blackboard so murderously one would’ve thought it had offended her personally. The chatter in the classroom around her was an incessant racket, a set of repetitive phrases like, “I wonder what the new kid will be like!” and “Did you hear? This one’s sister actually [mumble mumble]. Yes, for real! Ask them!”
It was only a few minutes before the door opened to reveal their usual teacher and an unusual student. Rini sighed and stood, the rest of the class following suit. For someone so bad tempered she was a very effective class representative (or so she’d been told), but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. The seat next to her, made open by order of tradition, was waiting for whichever person would be clinging to her skirt for the next week. She sat down with the other kids, focusing forward intently as the introduction began.