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A cloud of smoke followed behind the petite blonde. Pulling a final drag off the cigarette between her pointer and middle fingers, Claudia Caine flicked the butt of the still lit cigarette to the ground. Glancing around momentarily, she tucked a loose piece of straight blonde hair behind her ear. As much as she hated coming to the community college, she knew that it was a the go-to spot for anyone looking to score. And, of course, she was eagerly willing to offer those services. Anyone who took part in the pitiful, “drug culture,” of Bentley knew that Claudia was the person to see. She always had the best drugs, after all.

Noticing an empty bench, Claudia grabbed a seat as quickly as she could - the vultures on campus would only allow such a perfectly inconspicuous spot to go untouched for so long. Shoving her messenger bag full of goodies in the space next to her, Claudia reached inside to grab her headphones, which she then plugged into her phone and placed one earbud in her right ear. She sat casually scrolling through her Spotify playlist in order to determine what she was mood for on this particular afternoon. Grouplove it is, she thought, smirking to herself as she picked one of her favorite songs.

Reaching into her bag once more, Claudia pulled out her journal - which was mostly scribbled with the latest chemistry equations she was working on, sprinkled with ingredient lists for her latest concoctions. The druggies in Bentley would buy almost anything, especially if they knew Claudia had made it. Of course, that would seem quite irresponsible - who buys drugs some 18 year old made in their parent’s house? Despite the obvious red flags, Claudia tried all of her homemade drugs herself, first, to ensure her product was in its’ purest form. How else was she supposed to make a name for herself?

Before she could begin placing pen to paper; however, Claudia noticed a shadow out of the corner of her eye - hopefully a potential customer. Removing the earbud from her right ear, Claudia closed her journal and smiled up at the stranger.

“Hi there.” She said, offering an innocent smile.

Now, Campana couldn’t really complain about the quality of the school. The dorms were pretty neat and comfy, and the bed was soft. Well, it wasn’t like she had actually slept, but the bed was nice either way. Getting up in the morning, she headed towards the cafeteria, only to bump into someone else.

Oh no.

She recognised them almost immediately. The medium. The one damned person she didn’t want to meet. Clearing her throat, she gave a vaguely annoyed look, staring down at them.

Campana had decided that a swim was what she definitely needed at this given moment. Given that she was a pretty decent swimmer, it was one of her hobbies. She spent half an hour at the pool, before getting out and drying herself off. Her hair was a little damp, but hey, it wasn’t going to kill anyone.

Her stomach began to protest, as she had forgotten to eat this morning. And so, with a sigh, she began to head over to the canteen to satisfy her hunger. However, what she didn’t expect was to turn the corner to another person, walking straight into them. With a start, she moved back as to not trip up over them. Quickly looking the boy up and down, she arched an eyebrow, forcing herself not to ask if he was an actual student. He looked like, eight.

Campana was pretty damned proud of herself. She had managed to get through most of the day without talking to anyone, and she was usually a magnet for morons and other people of the same type. However, disaster struck in the form of a basic human function. Hunger. Quietly striding over to the cafeteria, the thief decided to fill her stomach. Quietly humming under her breath, she slipped into the cafeteria, praying to go through unnoticed. However, it was a little hard with her wild mane of silver hair, which stood out among the crowd of students.

She grabbed a bagel and paid for it, quickly darting for the door. If she could just get out quickly then she could head to her favourite tree and then she wouldn’t be bothered. Though, unfortunately, there was a very find line between quickly and too quickly. The door opened as she dashed towards it, and she found herself crashing into another person as they both fell to the ground. She immediately sat up, holding up a hand to where she had hit her head on the way down with an irritated mutter.