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.

There was a certain vibe about people who were fake. Not fake, as in, they were still flesh-and-blood, but fake in the way that they their personalities were false. And obviously, this could go more than one way. On several occasions, people faked heartlessness because they were not having a good home-life. Others pretended they didn't care about anything because they didn't want people to pry into their emotions. And lastly, there were people who pretended to be sweet and happy but were truly hiding a rude personality.

Dami was one of those people. She wasn't always pretending to be happy, but on matter what she did, she was overdramatic about it for one reason: attention. Of course, attention goes to people's heads. Dami was pretty, and she knew it.

The thin-eyed young woman stepped out of her car, which was very nice, in clothing that only someone with a huge amount of self-confidence would wear. High-top converse, a large, unbuttoned varsity jacket, and outrageously tight shorts that looked similar to her very tight shirt. Dami strode into the school building, her designer bag swinging on her arm as she bobbed to the stereotypical pop music blasting through her earbuds.

She walked by a few people in the hallways, just ignoring them as she knew they were looking at her. Smiling like a pageant queen, she sashayed to her locker, only to find some new punk girl leaning up against it.

Contrary to her image, Dami was not into the hot football-headed jocks she dated. She was in to ladies. And this girl, despite he odd appearance, looked different, and very unique. Dame didn't say anything, though she was pretty. At least, she didn't say anything about the other girl's appearance.

"Excuse me," she said, and not at all in a polite way. She didn't even bother to take out her earbuds or even identify,who she was talking to. Dami just rested a hand on her hip, flipping her artificially-colored hair behind her shoulder partially and carelessly.

Mit stood observing the other students walk past her and give her funny glances. So far she hadnt seen another student who dressed at all similar. This looked fun... not. There had to be a group of others that liked the same kinda music and stuff. Shed just have to wait till lunch. Thats when everyone got into their cliques. Mit would generally talk to anyone, but not many people seem to want to socialise with her. Especially the popular kids. Socialising with Mitzi could be seen as 'social suicide' This thought made her laugh often. She was the type of girl that didnt give a rats arse about anyone else's opinion. She found that others who did seem to care were a bit like sheep. All following the same routine, the same rituals to be 'normal'.

Mit saw an Asian girl approaching her. She smirked a little, she was hella cute. As she got nearer Mit took her headphones off and looked her up and down a little. Shorter than her. Clearly a queen of the school. Not something Mit would ever go for but she had to give her credit, she was certainly a beautiful girl. Then she opened her mouth and became rather ugly. Rude. She was hoping that she'd be a little nice. But Mit expected it from a girl like her. Shes popular so she can say what she wants to who she wants. Mit sighed and pushed herself from the locker she was leaning against and walked round the girl to the other side of her, so now she was leaning on the locker next door to this girls.