The sudden commotion that started after a simple fall seemed to attract the attention of everyone in the entire hall. From ever corner there were boys and girls trying to be a hero, butting their noses in and hobbling around trying to get involved in somebody else's business. Rather than stand there and stare at the rabble of school kids who now are all staring blankly in a trance and all blabbing to each other, Scarlett picks up her books and slips away.

[i]Fucking idiots![/i] She mutters under her breath.

She takes one look back at the group that she saw no more as a bunch of Chickens with their feathers rustled, now all flapping around and clucking to each other wildly. It was easy for her to look down on them, even if they were more handicapped than herself. This helped her to come to terms with her stay at Yamaku. A dark smirk grew on her face as she joyously skipped down the staircase, sometimes jumping two steps at a time. [b]"Bet those losers upstairs couldn't do this!"[/b] These words she kept in the back of her mind, not a syllable expressing to whoever she passed on the ground floor. 

Walking onto the plush greenery of the Grounds seemed to lighten her mood. She finds herself thinking back to the red haired girl that she ran into, the word Crimson comes to mind. It was probably what the girl had said to her back in the hallway, but she just brushed it off. [i]"It was lucky those bitches didn't take the wind out of me"[/i]

The day grew longer, and soon it was dusk. She lost track of time. Having a less than enjoyable day, not even the Piano could lighten her mood. Instead, she makes her way to the Infirmary. Maybe staring at those worse off than her would fill her with enough Schadenfreude that she could relax for the evening.