[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Crystal RiveSchool For Troubled Youth - Courtyard [hr][hr][/center]

Mona had been deeply invested in her apple when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Anyone with a will to live would know that it was not a smart thing to do so she turned to pace the perpetrator with an intense glare only to see it was Roman. Of course it was Roman. Let it be known that Mona didn't like anyone, regardless of social status. Roman just happened to be one of the creepier people in the school and with good reason. She barely had a social standing and even she knew being associated with him would tarnish it.

[color=F5BCC9]"Go away Roman."[/color] She stated matter-of-factly. However, she did glance up to see the gym teacher out and about. She did not get along well with him because she often avoided doing anything physical. She often would fake "stomach cramps" to get out of it and, if she was forced, would walk the mile run or disappear for a bit during any sport. It was the one class she did not care if she did well in.

And as if she put a spotlight out for everyone to talk to her, Arthur came up to her. Granted, she enjoyed his company far more than Roman's. [color=F5BCC9]"No, as a matter of fact. I was here minding my business, enjoying my apple when he decided to manifest himself. So, again, go away Roman."[/color]