The bell had already run when Skylar stepped into the school. Most of the kids had already gone into their classes but Skylar had no care in the world. A few minute wouldn't kill the teacher. Besides, it wouldn't have been his first time being late to class. He walked into the school in his usual ripped jeans and baggy hoodie his pale pastel turquoise hair falling over his eyes as he kept his gaze on the floor. Taking a deep breath, Skylar turns the knob open a sly smirk crossing his lips when he opens the door.

"Wassup bitches??" Skylar yells as he runs down the isle high fiving his buddies to his seat, more profanities leaving his mouth before taking his usual seat at the back. The whole class had turned to look at him. Some rolled their eyes while others tried - and failed - to stifle laughter. He tips the chair onto it's back legs until the just about touches the wall, making himself feel at home in the class room. The teacher, who was in the middle of her lecture glares at Skylar looking like she would be able to murder him with her eyes. Skylar only smiled halfheartedly and gestured with his hand, "Sorry, I wasn't feeling too well earlier this morning," he yawns, not even looking one bit sincere.