She had fallen asleep in the library...again. Poppy stretched her arms above her, her shoulders popping fantastically and a euphoric groan comparable to the sound of a high-pitched walrus rumbled through her throat. A gross groggy feeling had devoured her body, her face feeling unpleasantly oily and her eyes achingly heavy, and the nap had left her feeling like utter crap. But at least she had enough energy, the blonde felt like she could lift a mountain or heave the biggest building to ever exist. Poppy wondered distantly what that would be, but decided that she would find out sooner or later. An open book laid before her, on one of the beginning pages, yet there was no point in continuing to read it - she knew everything that would happen anyways, to the last dot. Yawning, Poppy felt her stomach rumble and decided that, yes, she could do with some lunch.

She ambled into the cafeteria and grabbed slices upon slices of pizza - okay, three pizzas, but she was going to eat more later. Poppy scanned the lunchroom, a nauseous nervous feeling washing over her body and she wiggled her limbs in a poor attempt to shake it away. When her eyes landed on a lone girl, she figured she might as well. Poppy began to approach the table, but in her anxiousness, she began to rush until she was at a speed walk and when she slammed herself into the chair, her plate smashing onto the table, her momentum caused her to slide off and to the ground. Unfortunately, she took the chair with her.

Poppy's head bounced off the floor, bursting with pain, and her hip collided with the floor, her knees knocking against the chair. Her face turned the color of her namesake and she struggled to her feet quickly, placing the chair and sitting gently into it, brushing her hair quickly. 

"I'm Poppy." Poppy muttered quickly, avoiding the girl's eyes and sticking a hand out. She wiggled nervously in her seat and scrunched her face.