Itoe was driven to school via limousine, like everyday. As she exited the luxury vehicle, she kept a straight face. Those daggers she called eyes pierced into the soul of every student that gazed upon her expressionless face.
The schoolyard was empty, as expected by Itoe since she was late for class this evening, though she could tell that students were staring through the windows straight at her. She was the Iron Queen, the ruthless ruler of the school.

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The girl walked into the classroom and stared. The class was quiet... Good... She liked it that way. "I apologize for my lateness this evening." She murmured, her voice monotone. Itoe sat down at an empty desk and pulled out the needed items for the lesson in that class. It was strange, for someone so cold and ruthless as her to pay attention in class?