The day after Vriska’s arrival, she decided it was time to be serious. The more her teachers liked her, the easier it’d be to get through the next year and a half. So she’d put on the uniform, promptly hid it under a black hoodie, and picked up her schedule. Mathematics 11, Physics, English 11, History 11, Health... Social Skills. Did the school decide on that, or did Mom explain how socially inept Vriska was? Either way, she was partly offended but then ashamed because she knew she needed it.
The day was filled with introductions, working up from “Tell us about yourself!” “I don’t have a sense of identity because I’m mentally ill, you’re being INCREDIBLY INSENSITIVE YOU ASSH-” all the way to “Tell us about yourself!” “No, thanks.” These introductions were consistently followed by the acquisition of some materials and a teacher sympathetically crouching next to the desk for the hour to teach slash pep talk her through the material she’d missed. Hooray for transferring over halfway through second semester.
When Social Skills class finally came around though, the script changed entirely. Maybe this teacher actually did their research on the new kid. She’d slumped down in a seat towards the back, sharing a table with a guy only a few inches taller than her but quite boyish- Sophomore maybe? And she had not been bothered since. “Miss Serket? Did you hear me? You and your partner should be talking to each other. An introduction would be a good start.” A teacher interrupted her train of thought. Oh, or maybe she had been talked to but wasn’t paying attention. Vriska nodded and turned to the guy next to her, gesturing to indicate he should introduce himself first.
