The young, ginger haired girl, perhaps one of the smallest in the class, had her head down and appeared to be eagerly taking notes, or conducting the classwork with eagerness. Amy Harper was good at school, she enjoyed it, and she wanted to get good grades. Simply to prove that she could. Beyond anything else, beyond school, she had her self-defense training. Her skills there reflected her own strengths, just like her school work did. 

She brushed back her hair, and looked up, glancing at the time seeing that class was nearly over. and therefore lunch. And the meeting. She shifted in her seat, and leaned back, starting to pack up, so that by the time class was over, she was packed up. She rose, slinging her pack over her shoulder, and started towards the abounded school building. 

She walked with a purposeful stride, not looking about. She contemplated a few things, like if she was doing the right thing here, joining this...anti--gang? She didn't know. But she knew she didn't want to sit about and do nothing, not any more. Not know that she could have a potential chance at doing something. She entered the building, figuring she could always turn back if she wanted to. She didn't have to commit right this second. 

She didn't speak up when she entered, preferring to stay quite for now.