She had found it quite difficult to wait.

Inside her next class, Victoria was perturbed by the boredom which struck her soon after sitting upon a hard, plastic chair, fused into the desk in front of her. She could not only not be able to use her phone, which provided useful distractions, but she also couldn’t report back to Amalya, her quickest friend, about her special news about James. She herself was rather shocked by the revelations his apparent cheating gave her, and the most striking thing wasn’t even about the relationship’s nature or that James was even participating in such scandalous activities with another person while in another one. No, it was rather that the person doing it was James, himself.

Victoria, after all, already despised him and his antics, even though she had caused most of the rivalry to begin with, and being two years older, it was hard for her to feel comfortable in her position, being enemies with a kid. On the other hand, Victoria knew that deep down, he was destined to be enemies with her, considering their opposing personalities. Either way, in current time, she didn’t like him, and he reciprocated those feelings. She now had dirt on James, and she wasn’t going to let it come to waste, especially after the incident that had nearly caused Victoria her life, and payback was inevitable. It shall be orchestrated tomorrow noon, and I will finally come above this great foe. I will destroy his life, like he did mine. It will come to fruition by tomorrow.

As she stewed over in her thoughts, people poured in by the droves, and at this point, it had already seemed repetitive and monotonous. Either way, once more, as though it were a chore, she observed the room for interesting faces, for perhaps intrigue, or a simple curiosity that her creative mind was famished to fill. She spotted some individuals, but none were interesting enough to continue investigating into. She also saw a couple of familiar figures; namely, the boy she had seen holding James’s hands. Another one, however, piqued her interest. It was the person who she had seen filing into her room during last class.

She observed her features more closely now, and noticed a few key features she had skimmed over, during the milliseconds she had spent time with this individual. Her eyes and nose, unlike what Victoria had suspected, weren’t large at all. Instead, the reasoning behind these claims were behind her all along, literally. Behind her eyes and nose, sat a head that didn’t seem to fit either completely, upon a small, thick neck. Her hair was extensive and hazel, not unlike the flow of diarrhea, and her flowing skin showed like a polished metal. After spying for a while, Victoria decided to do her usual routine of talking to the teacher of this class, but it seemed like they were already getting started for a while now.

His eyes were radiant and warm, though there appeared to be a disturbance within them. Zooming outwards, Victoria saw he was wearing glasses, which went over his dark, towering hair. His limbs seemed nimble and stretchy, as though he were a mantis, and his smile was as real as his seemingly normal sense of fashion, or at least what Victoria thought was normal. He wore a vest over a plaid shirt, with a nametag on his fluffy vest. Francis Villegas. On his desk was a medium-sized laptop, decorated with colorful and cheerful stickers. Victoria didn’t care much about anything else on his desk; she felt she had seen it all, however, one object stood out to her, like a moth to a flame. A ‘booger mug’ was situated on his table, with inscriptions she couldn’t make out. She expected it to be explained away, soon enough.

“Hola, chicos! Buenos dias, and welcome to your clase de Espanol Uno!” energetically introduced Senor Villegas. Victoria was a bit stunned by the seeming enthusiasm, considering how early in the day this still was, but she accepted it nonetheless. “My name is Sr. Villegas, and I will be teaching this class for this year! I hope by the end of this class, you will understand Espanol enough to be able to converse with others!” Victoria already seemed miffed at the energy he was bringing to this cold, dark, and disagreeable setting, but she accepted it. When will he talk about the booger mug?

Instead of being omnipotent and understanding Victoria’s request, he instead moved on to more introductions, like every other class before it. He explained how they would be doing it, and gave them a beginning sentence to say, though after repeating it twice, she still couldn’t get how Sr. Villegas pronounced it perfectly, leading to some needless frustration on her end. She would be introducing herself to someone who sat next to her; in this case, a baby faced girl wearing a sports cap. After processing her face for a few seconds, she realized, once more, this was a person she had met in the Computer Science class. Gee, that class must be popular, or computer scientists think alike. Her appearance was unremarkable, at the very least, comparatively to everyone else she had met today. She also had a strange air that Victoria couldn’t quite make out.

“Uh, como te llamas?” asked Victoria hesitantly.

“Me, um, llamo, uh, Audrey Renap?” replied Audrey. “Y tu?”

“Me llamo Victoria,” confidently said Victoria.

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“Um, okay, that’s a weird name.”

“What’s your problem?”

“Oh, nothing, I just think that sounds like an old lady’s name.”

“Um, no?”

“Never mind, why do you have red hair?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t want to talk about it.” Victoria uncomfortably dodged the question, as it was rather personal, and she didn’t want to share her secrets, especially with such a condescending person as Audrey. “Why are you so rude?”

“No, you are the one being rude. Answer my question!”

“You are acting like a kid.”

“No, you are!”

“Leave me alone, Audrey. Or do you want me to ask why you have that stupid cap on?”

“It’s not stupid! You are the one who is!”

“Oh, really? And why should I care about your opinion, exactly?”

“Because, unlike you, I am cool and not a nerd.”

“A nerd, huh?” Victoria paused at this, before continuing onwards. “Look, Audrey, I don’t want to get into a fight in any form right now. You aren’t scary, you aren’t powerful. You are just another person here.” At this, Audrey opened her mouth wide open, showing off her crooked, yellow teeth in the process.

“Why did you just say something so mean?”

“You started it.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Ugh, just leave me in peace.”

“N-”

As Audrey was about to utter another word from her mouth, the teacher fortunately began speaking once more, shutting her up.

“Well, guys, I hope this was a good introduction for all of us! The bell is about to ring in 1 minute, so get packing!” served Sr. Villegas. “Also, if you have any boogers, drop them off in this booger mug!” Victoria had completely forgotten about the booger mug, and as she was remembering the existence of such a potentially foul item, Audrey, with her foul mouth, began to speak again.

“You better apologize, right now!”

“No, and I was thinking, maybe you should apologize to me, instead.”

“I will not be taking this disrespect from you, a weirdo with red hair.”

“What’s so weird, gingers make up a good portion of this country, you know?”

“Yeah, only 4% or something, and you know that isn’t what I meant! I am talking about how your hair is somehow a crimson shade!” Victoria wondered how much more Audrey could improve her social standing if she were more eloquent with her words.

“It’s not your business, and you still haven’t explained why you’ve been wearing this hat the entire time? What’s so important about it, huh?”

“Not your business.”

“So don’t get in mine.”

“Why? You stand out like a sore thumb.”

“I could say you are not dissimilar to a watery celery stick.”

“I am not a vegetable!”

“Woah! Slow down, there.”

“Never, until you do!”

“What have I done to warrant this?”

“Everything!”

“Yo, guys, chill.” Victoria and Audrey turned their heads to face a stranger’s voice they both hadn’t heard previously. They turned to face an imposing figure, heads above theirs, and one with a face of disapproval.

“Who are you?” asked Audrey.

“Say it in Spanish. I bet you’ve already forgotten it from your guy’s bickering.”

“Uh,” Audrey muttered, as she looked at a sheet Sr. Villegas had passed out not long before. “Ok, coma te jamas.”

“I am not even going to comment on that one,” said the stranger, her eyes beating down at Audrey’s, before turning towards Victoria. “Well, my name is Kennedy. Nice to meet you, but I could say the opposite, really. Please, no more fights. This isn’t fun, especially when you’ve been so damn loud. Okay?” pleaded Kennedy.

“But she starte-”

“Nuh uh. I don’t know who started it, but I know s’not me. It’s your problem and you need to settle it, right now,” dismissed Kennedy.

“Um, uh, s-s-,” attempted Audrey, groaning all the way through it. “Sore, re-re-r-”

“Good first attempt, but it sucked, like your attitude. I could hear you all the way over there. Shut up. Goodbye,” and Kennedy wandered back to her personal fused chair and table.

“Well, um, uh,” Audrey mumbled, as Victoria had a smug smile plastered over her face. The bell rang, and Victoria was about to leave. Leaving behind Audrey, now with an even more stunned face than previously, she noticed how everyone was dropping off their snot in the booger mug. She decided to do it, all of courtesy, and almost left, before Audrey ran and pushed her out of the way. Annoyed, she decided to simply bottle it up to break it for later. This isn’t important. As the last one to leave, Sr. Villegas asked her to close the door behind her as she left. She did as told, before snooping secretly outside the door, for maybe a clue about why the booger mug was there. After all, there didn’t seem to be an apparent reason for it.

There, she heard the teacher picking up the mug, before placing it down. She thought she could’ve heard some chewing noises from inside the hermit classroom.