[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191204/f11bc95e74aaa98d64dcc782e3b0e66e.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nrQYEsH.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/0d0I1Wt.png[/img][/center] [color=silver][indent][indent][indent][indent] A loud groan could be heard from under the covers of the bed that was located in the middle of Armintah Goh’s messy room. Every surface of the room was covered in either clothes, half-finished painting, or empty Starbucks cups. Eventually, the girl stirred and popped her disheveled head out from her comforter cave. Bleary eyes searched for the phone that was vibrating like something that belonged in her bedside table drawer. Minty fell back dramatically on her back when she finally got her phone to be quiet and stared at the ceiling. After a minute of brief existential crisis, Minty sat up and stretched her aching muscles. That’s what she gets for staying out late with her very own boy toy Spike getting into trouble in their special way. Not only that, she had decided to stay up to finish a piece that she had been working on for a little while. So now here she sat more tired than she has ever been on the first day of school. [color=9DCEC4]“Fuck!”[/color] Minty whispered to herself as a distant memory of an e-mail crept into her mind that was slowly waking up. She had signed up for that stupid mentor program for the new Liberty students. It was her mom’s idea because it gave extra credit and god knows that Minty needed all the extra credit she could get her perfectly manicured hands on. To say that Minty had been disappointed that the Liberty student was a girl was an understatement, but who knows… maybe she’s cute and she can be corrupted. But this meant that she had to impress… she had a reputation to uphold after all. The dark-haired beauty strutted over to her full body mirror to admire herself for a moment and figure out how she could best honor her title of “Rosefell’s exotic beauty” as these Liberty bitches roll in. After a quick shower and her hair wrapped up in a towel, the girl sauntered down to the breakfast table where her parents sat waiting for her. As if on cue they started to berate her with demands and questions. But the most they got out of their daughter was a small hum. This was when they brought out the big guns… telling her about the accomplishments of her brother. This earned them a deep eye-roll and a steely glare. If they only knew that their saint of a son actually was Rosefell’s premiere toxic fuckboy that got not one, but two girls pregnant his senior year. But Minty got paid a pretty penny by Iwan to keep her lips sealed, so all she could do was sit and take his praise and simmer in her own fury. With her last spoon of strawberry yogurt, she almost sprinted back to her room to escape her parents. After picking out her [url=https://i.imgur.com/3YipEcr.png]outfit[/url] Minty sat down at her Messy desk to figure out how she easiest, and with as little effort from her she could get to school. She swiftly tapped on her phone and lifted it to her ear and waited for her go-to to pick up. [color=228b22]“Hey it’s your boy Spike, I don’t know who you are or what you want, but you can tell me all about it at the beep. If you hot and DTF, text me where and when. THANKS!”[/color] She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, she should have known that he would still be asleep. And her other ride or die Spice had her car at the mechanics… for the third time this month. It looked like she had to get to school on her trusted bike. Luckily for her, the trip was mostly downhill, and the slightly chilly breeze served to wake her up even more. As the decrepit building that they called a high school came into view Minty skidded to a stop next to all of the other kids with bikes and locked her bike. Looking around she definitely saw a lot of new faces and fancy cars pulling up. Raising a pristinely plucked eyebrow she made her way to a bench where she plopped down immersing herself in her Instagram in the wait for one of her friends to arrive. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]