Mit stepped off the bus and swung her backpack over her shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief as she was greeted with a cool breeze. The bus had been full of sweaty people that smelt of B.O... not pleasant. Mit made her way into the school yard, having a look around herself as she walked in. Big platform boots, complete with spikes, baggy black combat trousers and a band t-shirt. Her make up and hair were on point and she looked bad ass. 

She was quite happy really, she wasnt a nervous person and she had moved about a lot during her childhood thanks to her fathers job in the military. She ran a gloved hand through her styled blue hair as she entered through the doors. As soon as she stepped through the doors, she had people gawking at her. She just smirked, she was used to it. She couldn't care less about what strangers had to say about her. She was happy with herself so nothing else mattered. 

As she was walking down the hallway a rather large 'gent' made an approach to her. She rolled her eyes. "Hey, you a dyke or something?" He said and laughed, with was followed by his group of meat headed friends also laughing. 

Mit smirked "Yeah as a matter of fact I am, got a problem?" She replied, in a nonchalant manner. 

He was taken aback a little at her straight up confession but sorted himself out and replied. "Bet you dont get much looking like that."

Mit laughed at this "I can bet you I've had more luck with women than you have." She said still chuckling as she patted his shoulder and walked around and passed him. She needed to go see someone about her planner for her classes. She didnt have time for these people. 

She reached the reception desk and gave them her name and other details. She received her planner and a map of the school. She thanked the woman at reception and made her way off to her first class. Maths. Her least favourite subject but that didnt mean she was terrible at it. She walked up to the classroom door and waited outside. The bell hadnt rung yet ant there was still ten minutes till classes started. She would rather spend it in the cool hallways than a clammy classroom. She lent up against a locker and put her headphones on and listened to rather loud heavy rock music while she waited.