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World Histoy class, that's her first period class. Sawyer Rose... possibly the only person in the entire Academy that Aria felt that she could moderately get along with. She stormed away from her roommate (she was around all of last year too. Aria hates her, she's way too cheerful and strained and it just pisses her off. Too conventional, tries too hard to be like everyone else. Stupid. Stupid.) They already had their first argument of the new school year, and her books and clothes are stranded all over her bed in a gigantic mess. She groans as she slams the door shut and makes her way towards the Teacher's Lounge, wanting to meet up with Rose.

On the way there, she passed Angel talking to another girl. Aria fixed her gaze upon Angel for a few seconds, hands in her pockets. She doesn't know what to feel about the shy girl. They somewhat get along, but there's always a little something underneath. Aria figures it's probably due to the things they've done together. Aria nods at Angel curtly and she keeps walking, wondering if she had chosen a new victim.

Aria eventually knocked on the door to the lounge. When no one answered, she forced the door open. She starts to call Rose's name, feeling like a helpless child.