Phoebe arrived on the scene a few seconds before the first bell, wobbling towards the group gathering on the field shyly while others arrived with steep confidence. Though she had spoken to at least one participate within the class, P.K found herself alone once the teacher arrived. That was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, though she felt a pang of worry as she glanced at somewhat familiar faces in the distance. The pit in her stomach only grew larger as the teacher suddenly barked an order, and after glancing around with confused eyes she followed the starting crowd, teeth clenched in annoyance as the one named Rick Wheatman went off on a rather loud ruling spree. She kept up a steady pace, memories of the pacer test from middle school flashing in her head, but P.K wasn't the strongest. Sure, her stamina was trained thanks to constantly loosing control of her abilities, but she was truly out of shape and was panting within two laps.

Luckily, she wasn't as bad off as Mason. That boy was wheezing within a few steps. She sucked in heavy breaths and watched curiously as the teach suddenly started berating him, and her eyebrows furrowed with dislike. One would call a man like that a bully, but of course you can't scare the mean out of a stupid adult like you could with teens. She slowed as Rick barked a new order, and with a now permanent glare plastered on her face she dropped down and began attempting some push ups. P.K instantly felt her arms struggle to lift her body, and she collapsed after only eight. 

Stupid, this was [i]first[/i] period, first day of school, and already her face was red with exhaustion and embarrassment. This stupid teacher... No, this stupid tyrant. He reminded her of a military drill sergeant, a cold-blooded asshole with more muscles than brain, and as P.K focused her rage she felt her body begin to heat up ever more. She was now visibly glowing out. Luckily, the teacher seemed more focused at yelling at another student, and after taking slow, heavy breaths she allowed her head to calm, and with a slight grunt she turned to look at where Rick was shouting.

The girl with snakes for hair was standing, looking visibly annoyed (and maybe a bit tired). Words were passed, though Phoebe couldn't hear most of them with the pulse pounding against her ear drums, and then the beautiful girl was walking out with her shoulders back. Rick stared after with his mouth a gap, probably preparing to shout 'detention' at the girl's back. P.K slowly rose up from the ground, running a reddened hand through her afro before sitting back on her heels, watching as the snake-haired girl wandered far beyond the sounds of Rick's berating speech.

"[b][color=fdc68a]Ballsy...[/color][/b]" She muttered, and then briefly considered following after her. The feeling passed like a breeze though, as suddenly she felt eyes on her kneeling form. Rick was glaring at her, mouth parted in a grimace, and he approached with smoke steaming from his ears. Of course, P.K's defiant glare didn't do anything to clam his rage.

"Fifty push ups, now, brat." He growled, bending at the waist slightly so the two were eye-to-eye. P.K already felt her blood boiling at this kind of authority, at this man who was supposed to be making her work harder. She was always like this, she would always do the opposite of what she was told. Phoebe wasn't impolite about it or mean, no, she did it in little ways. Dying her hair, not coming to class. Walking out. The thought entered her mind again, glowing much like her skin had started to, and then with a devious, almost unnatural smirk she rose up, glaring at the gray-haired man with a fiery gaze.

"[color=fdc68a][b]Sorry, Sir. I've got someplace to be.[/b][/color]"

"And where exactly would that be, missy?" P.K sat back on her heels, head tilting into a pointed finger in a dramatic thinking pose, and then with a snap of her free hand she was enveloped in a flash of light. Rick, startled, took a step back and started blinking the afterimages from his eyes, and meanwhile Phoebe had quickly rushed past him, heading to where she had seen the snake-hair girl go,

"[color=fdc68a][b]anywhere but here![/b][/color]" She shouted over her shoulder before skipping off the turf and after Lynn.