A rather tall, lanky girl with a long brunette side braid grabbed her messenger bag and stuck her head out of the door.

"Bye mom!" she called. "I'm leaving for school."

"Bye hon," her mother called back. She had a similar build to her daughter with a brunette bob and intelligent grey eyes. She was wearing a white blouse under a smart black jacket and business skirt. "I'm going to work now. I'll pick you up at 3 at your school to go to the dentist, kay?" She blew her daughter a kiss and went back into the living room, searching for her car keys.

The girl shuddered. The word "Dentist" made chills run down her back. The girl shouldered the messenger bag and checked her appearance in the mirror. She was wearing black tights and a short black dress with long sleeves. Over the dress, wore a grey cardigan and a small heart necklace. Her navy-blue coat was opened; it was a warmer day. The girl's blue eyes were pronounced by a soft black eyeliner.

"Here goes nothing," she murmured, then headed out of the door, putting her earphones into her ears.

The classroom was noisy as the girl entered. Several boys were sitting on the table and she spotted Blowhole, an equally tall, lanky geek like her with freckles and glasses and a weird sort of fashion sense. He noticed the girl coming in and grinned at her. Next to him sat Red One, or Red, who was a short boy with chubby cheeks and long brown hair reaching his shoulder. He had folded his hands over each other and was staring into space.

"Kowalski!"

The girl turned around to see a short girl with black hair tied into a ponytail grinning at her. She was wearing black combat boots drawn up to her knees, skinny jeans and a big green sweater with a black shawl.

"Hi Skipper," Kowalski greeted her friend, setting her bag on the table she was sharing with Skipper and unpacking her books.

"So," Skipper drawled, leaning back, "I counted all the free lessons I have." She leaned forward with a smug grin. "7, baby! And you've got 3, so ha ha." Skipper didn't take any language apart from English, while Kowalski was in her 5th year of German and 2nd year of Spanish. Voluntarily, but that's something the new student Skipper didn't understand. To her, taking extra classes voluntarily was a definite sign of insanity. To Kowalski, it was just another way to broaden her horizon intellectually.

"So," Kowalski tried to change the topic. "How was your-"

"Oh, and," Skipper interrupted happily. "We don't have English today, so instead of that, I have a free lesson and you have an extra lesson of German!"

"Well, not that I mind," Kowalski shrugged. "Anyway, it's Ethics now, so…" The girl trailed off as a girl entered the class. She was smartly dressed and smelled like cigar smoke. Phil, short for Phillipa, had been smoking again. As usual.

"Hi Phil," Kowalski greeted the girl. Phil turned to smile at her in lost thought. She wasn't very talkative, and although she was a good student, Kowalski doubted that she was very intelligent. Phil had left Kowalski and Skipper, reaching Mason, a blonde with tanned skin. Mason was one of Kowalski's best friends. They often met up at McDonalds, with Kowalski complaining about the calories, to talk about current events in the world over some McCappuchino or however it was called.

"So, anyway, and tomorrow you have to stay a day longer than I do, because of your Spanish lesson," Skipper went on. "And then-"

"The teacher's here," Kowalski interrupted quickly and stood up with the rest of the class. The Ethics teacher was a definite fan of purple; she always wore something purple, today a purple scarf. Her hair was cut into a buzz cut, which Kowalski found rather odd.

"Today, class," the teacher started, "I thought it would be fun to go to the computer lab and do some research." Kowalski grinned and jumped up, grabbing her bag.

"Let's run, Skipper!" she hastily whispered, watching some of the boys and a girl, who always posted pictures of her ballet dancing on Facebook, jump up.

"Why?" Skipper deliberately stood up slowly, getting her bag. Kowalski helped her pack, then shoved the girl in front of her.

"We have to get the best seats," she explained, while they were hurrying along the hallway. "That means we need to get seats in the back, assuring us easy access to Facebook, Youtube and other social websites without the teacher noticing. "

"Since when are you on Facebook?" Skipper wondered. "But that is so cool! I have like 831 friends on there!"

"Uh," Kowalski stammered. "It's, well, I don't have THAT many friends…"

"How many?"

"104."

"Hahahahahah, suckah!"

Kowalski groaned. Why had she just told Skipper she had a hundred and four friends when there was a 98% chance that she would be made fun of by the extroverted girl? They reached the computer lab and Skipper stared forlornly at all the computers in front of her.

"So…"

"So we sit down at one," Kowalski encouraged the girl, sitting down at one in the back row, herself. Skipper sat down next to her and logged in, using her birthdate. "Perfect," Kowalski grinned. "So…" she trailed off as she stared at the site Skipper was on.

"Is that… what is that?"

"That is a government insured website, on which I luckily gained an account on, because I am a secret agent."

"Uh, no, that's like Danish Facebook," Kowalski rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, uhm, I lived in Denmark for a while."

"Really? Sprecken du Dänisch?"

"What?" Skipper stared dumbfoundly at Kowalski.

"Uh, no, that was Danish, you know," Kowalski grinned.

"No, that was German," Skipper glared at Kowalski. "And yes, I speak Danish."

"Great," Kowalski said, turning to her computer. She put her fingertips to the keyboard and typed in one of her favorite websites, a chatroom for intellectuals.

JigglesLove96: Hey, how are you? :)

LittleRedRidingHood just entered the chatroom.

LitteRedRidingHood: Doing okay. Still have depressions.

JigglesLove96: Not getting better? :(

LittleRedRidingHood: Nope.

LittleRedRidingHood: I've started cutting myself again.

JigglesLove96: Shit. :(

LittleRedRidingHood: Ya. :/

"What are you doing?" Skipper chirruped next to Kowalski.

"Aaah," Kowalski stifled a scream, then quickly covered the computer screen with her arms.

"Classified, huh?" Skipper smirked. "Well, chatting rooms are stupid and your little red riding hood should go see a mentor, not talk to someone she, he?, doesn't know."

"Skipper," Kowalski drawled out her friend's name. "I like it, you don't have to, right?"

"Right," Skipper turned back to her Danish Facebook.

JigglesLove96: Gotta go, sorry. :/ Talk to you later, though?

LittleRedRidingHood: Sure. :) Noonish, sound good?

JigglesLove96: No, sorry, how about evening?

LittleRedRidingHood: Deal. ;) Bye!

JigglesLove96: Bye!

Kowalski sighed, shutting the website down and looked at her worksheet.

"What are the four main religions of the world?" Oh well… she typed the question in, as she murmured it barely audibly. Somehow Skipper's sharp ears caught it, though.

"You're not seriously typing the question in?" The girl laughed. Kowalski groaned.