The sky was clear, and the temperature was relatively moderate for the time of year. It would seem as though Winter was slowing coming to a close, and spring was finally making it's way into the world once more. Soon blossoms would be popping up all over the place, and the beauty of growth would resonate for months to come.

None of this, of course, mattered really to Heather MacKenzie. Her mind was abuzz with other thoughts and ideas. From nitpicking her current school uniforms God awful colours (tan and sky blue? What the hell were they smoking and worse off, who the hell approved that), how her hair looked (gorgeous, of course), and when classes would be out for the day so she could get back to work on those costumes she had promised to have done for this weekend.

Sigh, life was tough.

Her heels clacked along the cool pavement as she crossed the street towards the school better known as Sovereign Heights. Hazel eyes scanned the crowd of young adults making there way onto the premises. It was a grab-bag of just about anything, with a handful of notable cliches in the midst of it all. Another city, another school, another set of useless people to impress.

Hitting the sidewalk, she wandered onto the premises. A few heads turned to check out the new girl, but most remained ignorant to her presence. Of those who did make note, a few whispers were murmured in hushed tones, curious about the latecomer. Heather simply smiled and continued along her way, soon finding herself taking her first steps into the new school.

The halls were clean, and it looks not unlike any other school she had been in. Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, she reached into a small shoulder bag, pulling out a piece of paper that had her classes listed on them. She had made certain to arrive early. Heather would not be late to her classes, and therefore the arrival prompted her ability to explore the school and locate all her classrooms early. Terrible uniforms and all, she would leave a good, first impression with her professors.

It was like impressing a judge at a pageant, you did anything and everything to make yourself look good. So this was a good way to get her foot in the door with being a 'good' student. Teachers seemed easier to win over in the long run, over judges as well. At least, in the past this had been her findings. It wasn't that she was a terrible student (in fact, she was rather mediocre at best), but it never hurt to butter up those in charge.

Looking down the hall, Heather eyed the room her first class would take place in. A wide, sweet smile crossed her face as she moved down the hall, turning the knob of the door, and heading in. There were a few students already seated, and the professor fumbling through some books. He looked old, and in desperate need of a makeover.

...

And more than most likely a woman.

"Hello," she spoke softly, carefully (and desperately trying to get the image of her professor and any woman out of her head), "my name is Heather MacKenzie, I'll be starting in your class today."

It was going to be a long day, at this rate. At least, she looked down at her note, she had something to look forward to later.

'Marching Band - 3:15pm'.