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The classroom emptied and Remira had not filled out one thing on her working sheet. She stuffed the paper into her bag and swung it over her right shoulder. This whole school sucked ass. She had asked the teacher to talk after class because she actually cared about her own education enough, but apparently that wasn't a thing here. The girl walked out of class with no further look to anyone. She was pretty pissed off with all the teachers and this school and the bullshit everyone talked.

Two students were looking like they were about to get in a fight, Remy just brushed past them with no care. Via was was getting in on it by being a whispering devil on someone's shoulder. Remy rolled her eyes and didn't give a shit to even try and hide it. She was bored with this building just like anyone else.

Hopefully the party was still on. She wanted some alcohol in her system and sit in her corner and watch people try to interact in so many different ways when all just wanted the very same thing. Mastering life. Something none of those people in this school had done - including the teachers. And herself of course.

If she could just get her hands on a computer, a laptop, a phone even... Her fingers craved to type down some codes, watch them pull apart a device from the inside, the reaction of the poor security system of it, and then the moment when it all went down and it was all hers. All of the pieces on it in her hands, in her mercy. It wasn't that she wanted to use it for anything, bad or good. She just loved the rush it made her feel to play against the security system of devices - but she hadn't had met a real opponent, digital or a real person, that could talk eye to eye with her. And then she had turned it up a notch and... got caught. [i]Motherfuckers![/i] She hadn't been careful enough, had won too many times, had let them get close just to get out of their reach, a cat and mice game very much of her liking - until she had gotten a little too confident and they found her. And of course that would have had consequences.

Maybe she could ask one of the teachers if she could finally have a laptop. She hadn't been doing much trouble, had layed low. Maybe they would grant her one, just to keep her at bay? But if they thought she would use it to hack they wouldn't give her one. Of course not. But Remy could always try to get her hands on one. Adults used to tell her trying doesn't hurt. They didn't mean it in this kinda way of course, and of course they also weren't right. Trying and failing always hurts. People laugh, people look, people remember. Depending on how badly you failed. How much of a fool you made out of yourself. Why do adults always lie to children? And then they are so hurt when the children learn to lie back to them. [i]They're all fools. Stupid, silly cheese-brains.[/i]

Remira sat down right in the middle of the room, she dropped her bag to the floor. She looked around to study the students' faces as well as the teachers'. She didn't see anything unlikely for this school. She lowkey started to wish she had a friend at this school or someone to make out with during the times she got bored in her room. But so far all these people hadn't interested her too much and she hadn't gotten involved with anyone. Maybe she should make some amends to talk to someone? But she couldn't bring herself to speak to someone. Remy was much more comfortable in her silence. She wasn't like these kids. She didn't pick trouble at any chance. She calculated her battles and chances and then decided on a possible approach of things. She wasn't a girl to throw around insults. She wasn't an innocent one either, she knew that, but she liked to think that she was more subtle than some of these kids here.