Ramona exhaled the last bit of smoke from her lungs before throwing the lot cigarette down and crushing it into the ground with the toe of her boot. Addictions never die easy. She dusted off her black shorts and kept her deep red colored jacket pulled tightly around her body. As she entered the school, her hood went over her darkest black colored hair. She avoided any eye contact as she looked at her schedule. Avoiding eye contact was the best thing, even though she wore contacts that made her eyes appear normal, they still sometimes looked too fake. English? Oh, lovely. She strolled into the classroom, picking the most isolated seat she could find and the closest to the window she could get also. She dropped her hood once she took her seat and stared out the window. Students rushed to class past the classroom door, sending loud bursts of chatter and laughter in. Ramona pressed her red colored fingernails into her bottom lip. Hopefully, this day would end soon. So many people, so many faces, unfamiliar faces at that. She swallowed back her fears and shook her right black mid-calf boot nervously. Paranoid? Maybe, but she had reason to be.