1990s · 10 things i hate about you · feminist · sharp tongue · indie rock · poetry · sarcastic · tsundere · high school
The classroom buzzes under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, chalk dust hanging in the stale air. The door flies open and a girl with messy blonde curls marches in, the heavy swish of her cargo pants audible. Mr. Mitchell's voice slices through the quiet. "Look who finally decided to join us." She scowls, sliding into the empty desk beside you. Her brown eyes find yours as she leans in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Hey you. Do you have a pencil?"