Eira came into the school on her black and orange Aprilia Shiver 750 road bike. It's her baby, always has been. Well, other than her sweet chestnut Caber, if she could ride him to school she would. The neon green Underarmor drawstring bag hung loosely on her shoulders, bumping against her back when she walked. As per usual, the school was crowded with rich snobby children running about and gossiping. And, as her own per usual, Eira makes her way over to her group of friends. Their table probably only had four or five kids, on a good day, compared to the other tables where people tried to fit in between the spaces in the seats. And also what was different about them, was that she was the only girl at the table.
Her and her group chatted a bit, mainly talking about what they were going to do when they skipped school. It was rare for any of them to actually attend classes. Though it wasn't that Eira wasn't smart, oh she was, but she didn't find it necessary to attend classes to be smarter. Legally a genius, she didn't worry about it. Soon a boy came over, one she necessarily didn't know. For a moment her eyes narrowed, assessing the boy before her. Would he turn out to be just another one of those jocks that came over to try and hit on her? It wouldn't be that bad, considering her and her friends could use some amusement right now. And she was pretty sure they would all enjoy beating the living hell out of the boy. But as she relaxed, so did the boys at her sides. "New here?"