The ceiling was such a dull cream colour and somehow even that reminded her of that ******** super senshi Eunomia. It was frustrating beyond belief because Theodora put a lot of effort into keeping her life as Theodora separate from her other life as Nickeline. They weren't the same, and so she tried her best not to think about the other while taking breaks. It kept her guilt free (not that she typically had guilt about beating the s**t out of people) but it could still happen and she'd like to avoid such an incident from screwing up her nap-time in geography class. However, it was that very situation that was causing her such grief right now and the only difference was that it wasn't guilt so much as rage and the class was biology.
It made no sense! Absolutely none of it! Not just the biology but also the fact that Eunomia had actually been winning that fight. It wasn't a thought that she liked to face so internally her thoughts raced and raged about the complexities, trying to find a flaw in what had been happening. From what Theodora had been able to deduct, Eunomia was a decent fighter even her strength and stature but her magic wasn't very damaging. Their first fight had been really quite in Theodora's favour, and the thought recalling it brought a small smile to the teenager's face. It had been so night to get Eunomia on her knees but last night hadn't been the same kind of fun! If it had continued, it might have been her on her knees and that just wouldn't cut it. Surely it had been a fluke.
What had changed their standings? How could someone's power increase in such a small time frame? It made no sense! It frustrated the student so much that she began to kick the chair ahead of her. At first it hadn't been too distracting and so the student sitting in it seemed to politely ignore it but eventually Theodora was kicking the chair so much that the chair began to rock and the girl fell forward and hit the desk with a yelp. Theodora, being in such a rage, continued to kick the chair until finally the other student stood up and the chair slipped away.
"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE ******** IS YOUR PROBLEM?" The student yelled as she turned around to face Theodora. Yelling hadn't been enough to get her attention, however, it had been enough to get the teacher's attention. She turned, a firm look on her face eying the stood yelling rather furiously. Not only had she disrupted the class, but she had always made a large faux pas. Promptly, the teacher came over to find out what was going on, and that was enough to get Theodora's attention, her eyes meeting the pissed off student staring her down. Soon enough, Theodora was taking a swing at the other student.
A quick and short fight broke out before the teacher stopped them, forcing both students out of the classroom. It left Theodora with a thought, an unpleasant thought that echoed something like this: This is all her ******** fault. Stupid Eunomia.
