(DTE)

(Kaita)

Kaita Turnip

A high school student One that doesn't interest many people. She just sticks to herself mainly because she doesn't find all her classmates fascinating especially the rude ones "Move it fucking freak!" a few kids said pushing Kaita, her books falling to the ground as she fell along with them. 

She hurriedly tried to pick up her books as the time for switching classes ran over, the bell ringing echoing down the empty halls as she was the only one in the hallway.

In a rush, she swiftly stands up and hurriedly goes to her next class her books and paperwork a mess while in her hands she knocks on the classroom door she can hear her peers laughing while horseplaying it's no secret to students like to play, and how they do not like to do work. 

Especially high school students. Knocking again but way harder the second time in the middle of her knock an old middle-aged teacher opened it "Why are you late Ms. Turnip" said the old teacher while looking deranged.

"I had to go to my locker and get my AP books, Mr. Jenkins," said Kaita responding to her teacher's question while holding her books close before the teacher let her off with a warning allowing her into the classroom. 

Kaita as soon as she got into the classroom, went to go sit in the back of the class trying not to be in anyone's way. But as always trouble finds her "Hey Freak." said a leaned boy while looking at her. 
The boy had dark hair and a lean body. He usually wears a liner like his eyes.

He always wore big baggy clothing along with his varsity jacket. Just the normal clothing for a teenager. She did not answer, just focusing on her book, trying her hardest to ignore her oppressor soon something was thrown at her an apple. 

"Fucking freak. I'm talking to you" Jumping with fright as the apple landed at her feet slowly looking up at the boy who threw it "Hello. Zevan" Kaita said her frown deepening as the boy's smirk grew.
Yeah sure Zevan her bully was certainly a looker. Hell, he could be a model in the highest agencies due to how symmetrical his face was. But, damn his personality was fucking shit . 

"Agh finally you look at me. Did u do my work fucking nerd?"  Zevan asked scooting his chair closer to her desk while holding his hand out waiting so impatiently for the work. Kaita put her now unorganized work on the table before nodding and moving her head downwards before looking for his work. 

Soon enough she pulled out a crumbled piece of work before handing it over to him. "there it's done." She said before begging to organize her work not liking the messiness "Ah for once your fucking useful you nerd" he said before going back to his friends leaving Kaita with her mess.

After Kaita was done with her mess of a binder and books she decided to throw the dirty apple on the ground away.
Just because her students are good citizens doesn't mean she can't be one.

She picked up the dirty apple with a piece of paper and stood up to go throw it in the trash. Getting to the trash she threw the apple away but on the way back to her seat an encounter she didn't like was soon coming her way.

Zevan soon noticed the sight of Kaita walking and then decided to embarrass her pulling his foot out while she walked casually without a care in the world she so happened to fall over it leaving her to fall onto her face in front of her classmates.

Her classmates. 

'The embarrassment couldn't get any worse. why me.' Kaita said to herself as she so slowly got up from her sudden fall looking up at the boy who caused her to fall tears welling in her eyes before Hurriedly stood while walking to the front desk trying to keep her composure.

"Mr. Jenkins may I please go to the bathroom," Kaita asked her old teacher even after he realized the encounter he just decided to let her go to the bathroom.

It was not like he could do something about his student his father was the principal after all.