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Once upon a time, Izume had thought that one school was much the same as any other. That had been her experience. She'd moved around a lot as a child, three different primary schools, and then, once she'd moved up into high school, she'd changed schools once again. This time, however, it had been because she'd gotten herself expelled. Whoopsies. Her parents had been furious, of course, and they'd threatened her, of course. Threats the teen hadn't actually taken very seriously, because she'd assumed, wrongly, that the school they threatened her with, would be like all the rest.

That was not the case!

Months later, settled into her classes and..barricks--and wasn't that just a little slice of hell??--she had to admit that she probably should have tried a little harder to behave, and not started that whole fiasco with the stray dog running a muck in the lunchroom. Romano's, misleadingly labeled a finishing school, was more like a military boot camp, with mandatory classes and homework. It was a particularly cruel little slice of teenage hell.

Or at least that was how Izume saw it.

She was once again lamenting her poor luck in the lunchroom after 20th century history. Chin resting in her upturned palm, she was poking at her cafeteria ravioli, rather than eating it. Violet eyes glazed over as she stared off into space.

It was the soft smack of Lovina's tray that startled Izzy out of her stupor. She jumped, spoon falling with a slight clatter onto her own tray, and made a grab for a napkin to mop up the few drips of sauce that had hit the table as a result. "Uh, hi." What had she said? Something about history class...and what was her name?

"Yeah," she'd confirm her name, gaze flicking to the side briefly as if she weren't entirely sure what was happening here, then back to focus on the other teen. Lovina, that was her name. She sat on the opposite side of the class, near the window. They were the same age, same grade, but didn't share the same barracks. At least, she didn't think so.

Done with the napkin, she set it on the tray again and reached for her bottle of water, taking a drink before answering. "Well," she seemed to be gathering herself, relaxing into her seat, a small smile starting to bloom on her lips. "Probably not too well. I got bored half way through and just started biullshitting the answers for kicks." It wasn't a major exam, and the classwork and homework she'd been doing up to this point would help to even her grade out. Probably. If not, well, she'd just have to apply some actual effort to the next one.

Retrieving her spoon, she scooped up a ravioli. "Don't we have English together too?"

Izume cracked a smile, shoulders rising in a small shrug. "Something about learning from the past, I think, but if they wanted us to retain the information, they'd have picked better subject matter." History had always been pretty hit or miss with the petite teen. There were parts she enjoyed, usually the darker, gorier bits, but the rest? Ugh, she just couldn't seem to make the effort.

"Hmm." It was an agreement, the best she could do while chewing. Izzy felt the same, trapped, but it wasn't as if she hadn't been working out a way to help fix that little problem. And it seemed perhaps Lovina was of the same mind.

Eyes lifting to the other girl, Izume watched her speculatively as she finished chewing and swallowed. "No, whining doesn't do any good." She scooped up another ravioli without giving her tray more than a very brief glance, but didn't eat it yet. Instead it sat suspended on her spoon midway between table and moth. "You've either gotta accept things, or do something about it, right?"

There was, Izume had discovered, a stretch of lawn that had very little survalance after midnight, but she didn't offer up that information just yet. Loving seemed the sort of person that would appreciate and know what to do with that knowledge, but first impressions could be misleading. She'd wait, see how things worked out, see what sort of person Lovi really was, and if that personality included ratting out rule benders or breakers.

Which wouldn't be too difficult, given the invitation that followed. "Oh yeah, sure." It was the first bit of honest excitement she'd shown since Lovi had sat down, but it wasn't like tests or ravioli was anything worth getting enthused about.

At the mention of pole dancing she had to laugh, but not like she was rejecting the idea. "I'd do it." Why not? It was supposed to be great exercise, on top of, well....

"What time?" Barring certain projects, homework wouldn't be an issue, and her chores never took very long.

The day was looking up.

Whilea nod here and there was given as Izumi listened to Lovi's plan, and she'd take the few moments it provided to finish up the rest of her ravioli. There was nothing but the sauce by the time the other girl had posed a question, and the Izzy was peeling the top off her chocolate pudding. "That sounds fine to me. And isn't even a straight lie, cause I'm pretty sure I need a new pair of boots, anyways. The ones I have aren't waterproof anymore." She could pick up a new pair, but if they didn't end up shopping, it wouldn't be a big deal.

"So at the bleachers at seven," she'd parrot back, dipping her spoon into the pudding and scooping out an almost dainty bite(there was never enough).

She gave a thoughtful hum as she licked the pudding off her spoon. "At least we're half finished. Only a few more classes to go." It wasn't like her last school, where playing hookie was as simple as walking out the front doors. There has been very little security to speak of. Or supervision.

Which explained why she'd been transferred in the first place.