School. A place of social interaction that she was a genuine and honest retard when it came to. Thus, Eika held a look that was nothing short of pure bewilderment and curiosity as one male her age came busting in the classroom door, screaming a greeting at the top of his lungs...Only to be followed by another equally-loud screaming male. ...This reminded her somewhat of the way that apes communicated. Her notebook open, the first page would be dedicated to this strange scenario and promptly dubbed "Male Greetings". This was much...much better than being at home. The adjustment of the thin scarf around her neck would tickle Eika's nose as she tugged it up a bit, eyes focused on the paper at hand rather than the chatty students around her, a small, robotic dog pacing around her desk to be unnoticed as she held a pencil up for it to chase around. 

...Ah. Her neck hurt. A small flinch came as she eventually sat up, gaze turning to the window at her left before she sighed and resumed her studies. She'd been the fist one in the door, since she'd been waiting outside of the school since 3 AM. Home had become...Too dangerous for the time being, with her mother being particularly worse today of all days. So, it would have to be forgiven if she seemed a bit drowsy or inattentive to things that could be said. Her attention was on the grid she had in front of her -- a drawing of the room she'd been working on the opposite side, separated into puzzle pieces with specific people each fitting into the center -- and herself? 
Off in the corner, barely noticeable unless one actually paid attention to her over the main focus of it all. ...She didn't seem to fit anywhere in the rest of the pieces, as it stood. She knew no one inside the classroom, so that left out the cliques already forming. And goodness knows she wasn't about to attempt to START an actual conversation! She wasn't on that level yet! What could she even say?! Scream out her name, age, grade, and a courtesy greeting?!

...W-Wait. ...Would that work? Was that how it was done in high school?...

...S-Should she try it out? ...No. Nono.

Picking up her robotic pup, she carefully slid it into her pocket and cleared her throat as she settled into the back corner seat. Alright...When was this teacher going to arrive?...