The yard just outside of Miators academy was empty, school had already started and not a soul could be seen about. The grand doors to the school itself slowly creaked open as a young girl clad in the Miator uniform slowly slid out the door. Her eyes were heavily bagged due to lack of sleep and she looked about the yard without a care as she slowly took a seat on a nearby bench before resting her elbow on her knee and the held her head up with a sigh. True this was probably one of the most prestigious schools in the world and her parents did a lot of work to send her here after her drop in grades back in her old school but this just made her more melancholy then before. She looked about as she messed with her tangled hair and fished her newsboy cap out of her bag and pulled it over her tangle mop. She shielded her eyes as she looked up to the sky with a deep sigh before leaning back in quite a masculine fashion, not really caring how far apart her legs were while in a skirt though with how long it was it might as well have been a dress. She tried to find her class that morning, she tried to be on time but when the bell rung and she knew she  was hopefully lost she just couldn't muster enough pip to really care. She then searched through her bag a little more before she pulled out a sketch book and began to work on what appeared to be a comic of some kind. It appeared to be rather graphic and was filled with crude humor and vulgar language but she couldn't care less if someone saw. Truth was she had already sold the first two in the series to a monthly magazine and she was already late on her third installment so she had already planned on ditching class so this was no big deal to her. She wouldn't care who walked up to her, she would just continue to work on her art and ignore them to the best of her ability.