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Skylar Donovan

Another hour chipping at my urge to stab the nearest available dimwit? Great...


With agitation and incense in tow, Skylar hung lazily around her personal desk located somewhere in the far ends of the classroom; mindlessly scribbling notes and half-hearted doodles in attempts to avoid menial finger-pointing in her general direction. She wasn't so much bored as trying not to become the miserable centre-point in a class that already had provoked less attention than that one time she was forced to undergo psychiatric therapy – Obviously she could've just skipped class like any sensible dunce, but somewhere, somehow, that just didn't fly. Had to keep good relations with the teachers, y'know. 'I guess I should be glad everyone else is just as bored as I am.' Perhaps it was her indifference and negligence to the subject matter at hand that she noticed a couple of kids giving her these awkward stares (plus, they weren't one bit inconspicuous) – Like, maybe she was pretend-working too diligently while everyone else seemingly held a less productive stance as soon as the clock struck the fifty minute mark.

Because, y'know, Skylar was so fucking sensitive of everyone's opinion of her being content with actually doing some actual learning. Like Hell she'd be, but that's what she got for being the new blood up in this joint; people had a tendency to silently judge you if you did so much as one alien thing in an otherwise totally not-crazy environment.

“Eh, whatevs...”

Skylar hardly was one to instil some kind of good faith in others. She didn't owe them anything, never felt hard-pressed to get along and make friends. Heck, truth be told, she didn't feel the least bit comfortable around all these strangers. Didn't know a single kid. Seen them a couple times, sure, but nobody that ever screamed anything other than stay the fuck away – For all she knew about paranoia, it was just easier to avoid people altogether compared to the other side of the coin. Or maybe she was making a total ass of herself with all that stand-offish (or indeed lacklustre and tiresome) gloom. Same result regardless.

A final attempt to duck even further behind the books she had erected as knock-off shields, Skylar made a passing sneer at the gawking wanna-be barbie dolls before she resumed her idle vandalizing of her only notepad. The sweet buzzing relief that ended class couldn't have come sooner. And in almost unison-like flails, Skylar flung her books and other junk into her bag before swiftly escaping the nightmare. 'Right, straight face. Straight face.' Didn't want people to go all stare-y at her again. On the other hand, though, combat class wasn't exactly a nice appetizer in Skylar's case. Kid wasn't used to fighting, and didn't exactly want to either. Never found much use out of punching people in the gut when you could just as easily flip their shit with a poor man's equivalent of a boogieman thing. 'Ah, what the Hell. What don't bite me, won't hurt me. Probably.'

Still, this being a mandatory class hadn't exactly stirred even the slightest bit of interest. In fact, quite the opposite, even. And if it weren't for want of something to do, Skylar might've been tempted to just not bother. But she figured, y'know, give or take. She might as well give it a try this once. If it ended up looking bad, then there was always the option to fake injury and scram. 'Nothing to go on about.' And one arguable moment of doubt later, Skylar reaffirmed her decision and proceeded her aimless wander through the hallways. She'd stumble upon the classroom eventually, right? 'Right.'