Nita adjusted her high ponytail at the end of her fourth class, Villain History & Skills. Yes, it surprised her as well that she had actually attended. Flicking her hair exuberantly after she had tightened it, she was satisfied that it looked great. She grabbed her black leather jacket from the back of the chair and threw it over her green tank as her left the classroom.
Heading to the castleteria, Nita squeezed her had into the pocked of her black skinnies and pulled out treasures (money). Time for some food that wasn’t bloody fish. Standing in line behind far too many chattering morons, Nita wondered if she’d be able to tolerate the next year. She doubted it, and knew she wouldn’t meet anyone she actually liked.
@eunoia - Pêches Étienne