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[img]https://i.imgur.com/NJz14B6.gif[/img][hr][/center][color=lightgray]Gathering with the Knights of the Round Table in the bleachers, Samantha looked bored as ever. The only saving grace about this assembly was that she was next to some of her favorite people at Rosefell High. That little thing made this drag of an "event" much better than it had any perceivable right to be. It was the same fucking shtick every year. Something about budget cuts, because this school was somehow receiving LESS funding every year, and something about how money was being pumped into the football team even though they could barely break even on the season. Additionally, there was the same spiel about not getting trouble and all of that fun stuff. For the freshman, it was the first rodeo, but for seasoned veterans like Samantha and the rest of the Knights, it was a speech that was more than drilled into her head.

Samantha found the little mention of choosing Rosefell as their home for another year. It was utterly redundant, as it wasn't like most, if not all of the student population could afford to relocate and move out of their little suburb. Samantha's eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and she could damn well nearly see into the back of her cranium. Speaking of cranium, she also didn't understand why it was necessary for the football team to get [i]new helmets[/i] in lieu of funding the arts and having equipment readily available for the arts. It wasn't like the new helmets was going to help them any further or protect them any better. Their brain (or whatever was in their cranium) was still going to be sloshing around in their skulls. Samantha couldn't have cared less about the football team, but god damn it if it wasn't unfair if the arts had to suffer to fund the football team. What good was the football team going to do?

To make this assembly a little worse, the information that they had a [i]mandatory[/i] home-ec class was something that had come as a shock to Samantha. It made sense that there was a home-ec class, but to make everyone do it was weird. Samantha wasn't particularly interested in spending an hour or so every day learning skills that she already knew. Some people were in desperate need of a lesson or ninety, but Samantha? Samantha could take care of herself. She knew how to cook, clean, and write a resume. She could already see it being a blow-off class for her, probably figure out a way to sneak her phone in and text in the back of the classroom all day. The girl was far from interested in being told how to do things she already knew how to do.

[color=b19cd9]"Are you serious..."[/color] Samantha groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. It was meant for the people in her immediate area to hear, like Daze or Rich Brian. [color=b19cd9]"That's the dumbest idea I've heard... shoving all of us in those classes? Where did they even find the money to hire all those teachers? Couldn't they use that money to... I don't know... provide supplies for those kids that need to bring their own? Bruh."[/color] Samantha shook her head, [color=b19cd9]"I hope we're at least in the class together... I still don't know what your schedules are."[/color][/color]