Mia walked briskly down the hallway towards her first class of the morning, clutching at the strap of her book bag like it was a rosary. The students in the hallway gave her curious looks as she passed by; their gazes focused on her newly dyed purple tresses. While the dress code at this school was extremely relaxed at best, the administration still generally frowned on unnatural hair colors. Mia had convinced the principal that it was for a social experiment, so he’d let it slide for the time being. While the teenage liked her new look quite a lot, she was beginning to regret her latest fashion decision, as it drawing a bunch of unmerited attention.

Mia followed a blonde girl, who had apparently tried to drown herself in Coco Chanel No. 5 this morning, into her English Literature class and took a seat in the middle of the classroom. Normally, she would have sat in one of the back rows, but it was becoming increasingly crowed back there. 

“Oh my God, Mia!” Exclaimed Amelia, a petite brunette girl whose mother worked at the hospital with Mia’s father. “What have you done to your hair?” the other girl asked woefully, stroking Mia’s violet locks as if mourning the death of her once beautiful hair.

“Knock it off,” Mia says, but there is no heat behind it and she lets the other teen continue to play with her hair. After a few seconds the teacher strolls in and introduces himself, before announcing that they all have to participate in an ice breaker activity. Mia bites her lip and tries to suppress a smile as she listens to her other classmates groan in protest. Rummaging through her book bag, the pale youth pulls out a spiral notebook, along with a pen, and begins the assignment.

[i]‘Purple,’[/i] she jots down for the first question, smiling at the how obvious an answer it was. [i]‘Translator for the CIA,’[/i] she writes for the next question in small, precise letters. For the final question she stops, tapping her pencil softly against the desk top. The most important thing to Mia was bringing up her history grade, but she was pretty sure that they’d be required to read this out loud at some point, and she didn’t want a whole class to know she was struggling in what many people considered to be an easy subject. After another few moments of hesitation, Mia quickly scribbles, [i]‘To make new friends’,[/i] before folding the paper and laying it down on her desk. 
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