Kat sat at the back of the class, not caring much for what was happening around her. In her eyes she'd fought her fight so was under no obligation to pay anymore attention. She busied herself by painting gold tips on her already purples nails, the action was therapeutic in a sense and her vanity did not suffer. But this was disrupted by the sound of the door shattering and looking up and seeing who was to blame she sighed, putting her head in her hand. There went any semblance of peace.