[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]	[color=#cc33ff]"Wow, someone's in a shitty mood today,"[/color] Guin whispered to him, poking Lance with her pencil again. Sure, she knew that she [i]should[/i] just leave Lance alone and pay attention in class. There was a chance that she could even learn something that she didn't already know. But the teacher was talking so slowly, going over the most basic concepts again and again. It made Guin want to poke her eyes out with her pencil, rather than poking Lance with it. 

	"Ms. Stark - talking in class is not tolerated," the teacher said sternly. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Good to know,"[/color] Guin said, doodling a picture of an arc reactor on her paper. 

	Clearly, that wasn't the correct response by any means. A few of the students in the class were snickering and Guin was smirking a bit at the teacher. She once had been told at rehab that she acted out in order to get attention - some nonsense about not getting enough love from her father when she was little, despite his recent efforts to be there for her now. The drugs, the running away, the defiance - according to them, it all stemmed from her father basically never being there for her until she was ten years old - from being sent away to boarding schools and then ushered into the arms of the help. She was a spoiled rich depressed intelligent selfishly selfless heroic brat. 

	"I'm sure you'll also find it good to know that you'll be serving detention tonight."

	[color=#cc33ff]"Oh, that's fantastic. Just brings a whole new level of joy to my day."[/color]