[center]"No."[/center] 
A stern voice came from the throat of Mr.Henderson. "I understand who your father is, but we don't have enough space for our students let alone another adult. If anything you may drive along with us." Morrigan was attempting to use her iListen to drown out another pointless comparison of power between her bodyguard and her teacher, a man whom seems to enjoy the little bit of authority he could muster...Since the class clearly is out of his control. 

That went on for almost 10 minutes before the girl finally sighs, [color=fff200]"Geoffrey, leave him be. It's a field trip that a majority of the school is attending. Just observe from a afar, you do know that you are making insinuations about my immaturity at this moment, yes?" [/color]Morrigan gaze locked on the sun-glass covered eyes of Geoffrey, a bead of sweat formed on his head. "N-no mam....As you wish mam." With that the man did an about face and left her there. Grumbling about how she should be in a private school, or at least one with fences. 


A short time later she found herself in a mixed bag of children of all ages, and the noise, horrendous. Even her music couldn't drown out the escalating volume of the children trying to speak over one another. Not to mention one of the young ones was flat out crying towards the back. Morrigan popped her neck, and questions if this was Henderson's punishment for her bodyguard once again overstepping his bounds. A confusing concept of if it was fair troubled her, but its clear she holds sway over the man, so she could have ended that sooner if she would have just put her foot down....But was it right to try and prevent him from trying? 

[center]"Oh look its the darkstar!"[/center]

A younger student among its peers with a rather mischievous grin on its face. While it was a weird insult, it acknowledged her accomplishments none the less. Morrigan forced a smile at the likely 10 to 11 year old boy. [color=fff200]"May I assist you?"[/color] He paused a moment off put by her less than fun reaction, but it didn't deter him....Nor did the white wires leading to her ears..."Is it true your daddy is in prison?" Her thoughts sigh almost in sync with the one she lets slip. [color=fff200]"Yes I am the daughter of Drack Youla Doom."[/color] A bit of pride can be heard, but not enough to where she could be misconstrued for arrogance. The child continued its attempts to insult the girl. "Well I heard hes never getting out." Morrigan responded with quick precision. [color=fff200]"True, 80 years while short considering his crimes, is far to long for him to ever hope of seeing me or my mother without a glass panel between us. Honestly it was fortunate that he was so willing to admit to his crimes, they may have prevented us from ever seeing him. A small blessing if you ask me."[/color] The grin while forced was enough to weird the child out...He and his little crew looked alarmed enough as they made their way further onto the bus. 
Mr.Connors must have drawn the short straw she thought. The music finally began to overtake the noise as she closed her eyes and let her irritation pass.