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"It's not like I hurt anyone!" Marisol grumbled. Her backpack, worn and beat-up, was unceremoniously dropped on the floor and she barely spared it a glance.

Yuzu was getting her things from her lockers, she didn't spare a glance to her as she considered this to be somewhat of a norm for the school. Ryan, who was always seen next to her, took a glance at the girl who shouted.

Amzi walked over to Marisol, hearing her shout as he walked in her direction. "What happened this time Marisol?" He asked her, chewing a piece of gum.

Marisol glanced over at Amzi bitterly, prying her locker door open. "Got suspended." She picked up her backpack and held it between the lockers and her leg as she switched books around and dug for something in her backpack. "For getting into a fight, but," she grumbled. "I didn't actually hurt anyone. We got caught before that..."

He rolled his eyes and leaned against their lockers with his arms crossed. "Well, who did you fight this time?"

"Some new kid. Really dont like him," she shrugged, bringing a hand up to push away the stray curls that fell on her face back in place. "Kinda scared to get home now, actually, since they called home from the office..." Marisol gave a nervous laugh, shutting the locker and slinging her bag over one shoulder. "Anyway, what's up?"

"I wonder why we ended up at this school?" he asked. She replied with a shrug, "Does it matter? This school has nothing for us. We are merely using it as a status." He then looked to the shouting girl from earlier.

Amzi sighed and handed the three a stick of gum before popping another one in his mouth. You know you're welcome to stay at my place for a bit if you want, you all are. I just got three rules, Don't be a Parasite, Don't get hopped up in my home, and Don't steal my shit." He told them.

Marisol tilted her head curiously, letting the worry fade away to the back of her mind for the time being. No use in worrying now when she couldn't change anything. Really, her brother would be angry anyway. "Well, that's actually a nice idea. My brother's usually focusing on his work too much to bug me much about it when he gets called. Tomorrow, though... ah, tomorrow he'll be annoying," Marisol laughed, pushing down the anxiety threatening to come back full force. "Wouldn't dream of stealing your shit."

Amzi chuckled at her as he turned to open his locker with his prosthetic arm. The fingers didn't close enough to get a grip on it, pissing him off to the point where he punched the locker as hard as he could, denting it.

Marisol flinched, taking a small step back. Her smile grew shaky and eventually dropped, her fingers toying with the cloth of her shirt. "D-do you want help or...?" Her gaze flicked to the ground for a few seconds and then back at his face, leaving her to wonder if to back off or try to soothe the sudden outburst.

He sighed and shook his head as he used his other arm to open his locker. "I'm fine, damn arm doesn't want to work half the time." He said as he pulled out some clothes.

"Oh... that sucks," Marisol started tentatively. "D'ya think anyone else saw that happen?" She gestured at the dent. "'Cause the principal's in a pissy mood today."

(Hopefully this is an okay start, since im late to the topic. )

Gustav ran into the building, panting thinking he was late. As soon as he realized everyone was still in the hallway, he sighed with relief.

Gustav swiftly checked his Instagram fallowers,(With his giant ego he has) and walked into the building, looking around.

"Honestly, he can kiss it. He's just grumpy because his toupay won't stay on straight." He said, closing his locker.

"That's probably it." Marisol snickered at the image of the principal struggling with his hairpiece. "Dude's so... eugh. I don't know why he works in a school if he hates kids that much."
She turned her attention briefly to the boy messing with his phone, a curious tilt to her head once more but didn't do more.

"This is probably the only place someone would hire some as cranky as he is." Amzi said with a chuckle.

"I bet that goes for most teachers here." Marisol paused to rub at her knuckles. She hadn't actually punched the kid hard but it had hurt her.What happened to being tough? "I don't know how this is going to work out because I'm not planning to sit in some separate class and wait for in-school suspension to be over," Marisol snorted. "He just looooves giving those out."

He chuckled and shrugged. "Well, at least you get to watch me in gym if you do. We're gonna be outside today." He told her. "Well anyways, if you wanna get out the house, hit me up and I'll come pick you up."

Marisol grinned, eyes lighting up. "Really? Yes! I was resigned to reading whatever textbook they left in the room all day." It had happened before and she didn't doubt she now knew her Science book like the back of her hand. "I probably will. José gets really mad and I don't want to deal with that."