[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/s013lph2n/image.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	The teacher gave Guin a bit of a look. Sure, they were used to students being pains and acting disrespectful, but the teacher had expected more from the Stark Industries heiress. She had seen Guin's entrance exam scores - she was brilliant. But if she could pick a phrase to describe Guinevere Stark in that moment, it was teenage angst. "I am unaware how your previous schools ran things, Ms. Stark, but we do not talk to teachers that way here," the teacher said sternly. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Whatever..."[/color] Guin said. She'd heard this thing before. [color=#cc33ff]"Don't even really want to be here, so if you want to kick me out, that's cool."[/color]

	The teacher huffed. "Sit down, Ms. Stark. There's an open seat next to Mr. Banner. I assume you two know each other."

	Guin rolled her eyes, taking a seat down next to Lance. She didn't bother to take out anything to jot down notes with. It was advanced physics, but any formula she didn't already know would be found in a textbook. The teacher shot her a bit of a look and with a groan, Guin took out a notebook and started to sketch, popping in her earbuds and listening to her music again.