Astrid had snuck into the school through the cafeteria, avoiding any other students that were to congregate in front of the school. Her cake was only half eaten and she stabbed it violently with a fork, stuffing it into her face as she sluggishly walked to her history class. Astrid, so far, was not in a good mood; her tail was awkwardly stuffed into her jeans and her hair felt greasy because she hadn't been able to take a shower that morning. Though, the oiliness of it all could not be noticeable, thanks to her good genes. She arrived to the door of her history class, but waited outside for a few minutes to finish her cake before she walked in.