The morning bell chimes at Georgie Aniger Academy as the classroom quickly fills up with students. Based from how the students were arranged, one could already spot the usual cliques forming: the jocks, the cheerleaders, the gamers, and so on.
At the front of the classroom stood a slim raven-haired lady, Mrs. Marge, who looked like she had way too much Botox on one side of her face. She spoke in a nasally tone of voice as she addressed the students. "So, class, I'd like to welcome you all to my classroom for the year. You may refer to me as Mrs. Marge, but don't think of me as a strict and overbearing instructor. I'm not like the others and in fact, I'm actually known as the cool professor."
Some of the students roll their eyes while others laugh.
She takes out a clipboard and starts to take roll. ".....Valenda-Joone Malone? Ah yes, there you are. ..Scott Myers?" A student raises his hand. "Thank you....Ozzi Ozzington? Aha! And next we have...Nisha Patel?" The students look around as their eyes eventually land on the only empty desk in the room. "No Nisha Patel?" Seconds later, a light knocking sound comes from the door. Mrs. Marge shuffles over in her loud sparkly heels to open the door. "Oh, and you are?"
"I'm...Nisha, s-sorry I'm late. I got...a little lost." A short, curly haired girl walks in with glasses on and her hair neatly tied into a bun. She walks with her head facing down a bit and gets into an empty desk beside a red-haired lass. Some girls a couple of seats behind her can be heard snickering.