Students began filing into the college classroom ever so slowly at first, before the foot traffic began to pick up and eventually many students who were booking it to class had all arrived to class.
A girl with short brown hair who was emaculitely dressed in average but good looking clothes, sat in the back of the the class auditoriam.
She was flipped through notes she had taken the previous week when the college classroom doors burst wide open with a 'Kathunk!'.
A messy haired tall and lean blond burst into the classroom, in her arms was a small and petite black haired girl who was clearly struggling to escape from her grasp.
' Ah they're finally here.' thought Lacey as she momentarily looked up from her notes at the dummy duo before looking back down and continuing on as of they're entrance didn't concern her one bit.
" Laccceeey! Macy is being mean to me today!" the blond called out loudly across the whole auditorium.
People were staring. People always stared.
"Let me go, you peasant! Lacey control your dog!" Shouted the petite black haired girl, her face turned redder by the second.
Lacey would like nothing more than being able to pretend that she didnt know these two loudmouths but as their cousin she guessed she just couldn't abandon them, could she?
After releasing a subtle sigh, Lacey carefully and quietly closed her notebook, and turned to glance at the incoming double trouble.
"Cousin! Why does Macy always act like she hates me? She doesn't right?!" Tracy asked in a overly loud voice a with serious pout forming on her perfectly symmetrical face.
Dragging her cousin Macy along with her to Lacey, Tracy began to beg and complain about how she was being treated too coldly by her cousins.
The men in the row behind Lacey perked up at seeing Tracy come they're way. Ah, how lucky they were to sit behind Lacey the Lame.
Who knew she had such a smoking hot cousin...
Definitely her one saving grace, besides her note taking skills of course.
Their lewd eyes did not escape Laceys vigilance and she let out a small snort.
Reaching into her bag Lacey pulled out a baggy long sleeved denim button up dress, and an emerald green hairbrush.
"For you." Being concise, Lacey uttered only two words to Tracy as she handed the items in her hand over to her.
Thus forcing Tracy to release poor little Macy from her clutches.
" Ack! I should hire a hitman on you.. I aughtta..." Macy indignantly spat out at Tracy while seething in mock hatred.
Macy didnt really mean it, even if she did, she spent all her allowance on pieces of machinery and chemicals to fund her hobby of building weapons and eirie looking devices and whatnot.
" Oh thanks Lacey! You always take such good care of us!" Tracy said as she made a grab for the brush and the dress, in one swift motion.
Not minding all the peeping eyes and ferverant gazes on her, Tracy proceeded to unbutton the dress and pull it on over her meager pajamas. And by meager it is implying little area coverage.
"Class will be starting soon. Take your seats."
Lacey looks at the two for a moment, a small speck of kindness entering her eyes before disappearing as if sucked up by an indomentibal black hole.
Tracy proceeds to plunk down into the seat on the right of Lacey and leans back and begins to run through her hair with that emerald green brush. Thus leaving poor little Macy to have to then walk around Tracy's proped back chair and hairbrushing antics and past Lacey to get to her seat on their calm, brown haired cousins left side.
Macy slings off her little backpack and zips it open. She begins to rummage around in it for what feels like far to long to the rest of the class, before pulling out a large dictionary and plopping it down onto her seat in a well practiced motion, before sitting down and setting her bag next to her in some other poor classmates personal space.
Macy likely didnt care, or know that she was troubling this other poor youth again.
More likely the latter.
Lacey observes this and notes it down in her head as the 56th time her littlest cousin Macy has done this exact action.
Tracy proceeds to pull a black crayon out of what one can only assume was her bra, as it was that general area.
She then looks both left and right before slowly bringing her chair feet back down to the ground and proceeding to then place her black crayon neatly on her workspace in front of her.
Macy noticed this and scoffs audibly, before she slips off her chair and underneath the table to find her contraband that she had hidden underneath the weekend before.
She then slyly slips a USB and small jewelry box sized parcel into her poofy little dresses inside hidden pocket, before slithering back out from underneath the table and hopping back onto her seat as if she never did anything in the first place.
The auditorium doors open once again, this time an old man approximately in his late 60s to early 70s enters the classroom.
The room itmeditely falls into a silent hush and their stares are then begrudgingly pried away from the peculiar cousin trio.
That's right, naturally the other students don't think Lacey is normal either.
The older gentleman then proceeds to walk up the isle heading towards a podium and large wooden desk in the center back of the room.
As he does so his eyes travel across the backs of the students he is about to pass by.
That is until his eyes stop at a certian individual who has a brush...stuck in their hair.