"Excuse me; do you know where the law class is? I can't seem to find it."
"No sorry, I have no idea."
"Never mind, thanks anyway!"
The man quickly moved to the other side of the building, looking for his class while the girl he had asked the question was still carefully looking at every possible door, checking her phone and University plan to look for the damned class, the only one she was actually missing to have her full diploma she had dropped years ago but had the feeling that this diploma was doing everything to annoy her. Ever since she had moved here, different elements were standing against her like an iron-door. First of all, the weather; she knew that New-York was terrible at this time of the year, but didn't expect the snow to be that annoying all day long, even if this wasn't a situation of actual crisis. Second, her sister had insisted on moving with her, along with her dumb boyfriend she actually never liked but was relieved as they had decided to take an apartment together, leaving the girl alone in her own flat.
She had been received at the University of Columbia because of her good results to the application test she had passed during the year, making her among the ten percent of students being received for the 2nd Semester, but wondered if she would ever achieve anything since the class was apparently hidden somewhere in the school. "Where is the dock 9 ¾? Or the room of requirements?" the girl chuckled, automatically frowning the next second as she couldn't find the stupid room, until her eyes finally spotted the "Criminology Class" above a door. "There it is." She sighed in relief and quickly made her way towards it, her bag firmly hanging around her elbow and pushed the door with the palm of her hand. She noticed that they weren't more than fifty students in the room, and that the teacher wasn't here yet meaning she wasn't late, for once. She quickly sat down in the middle of the room next to a girl eating some cereals while she was grabbing her thermos out of her bag and placed her laptop on the small table on front of her. She looked at her surroundings, noticing different people from different ethnic groups, Indians, Chinese, Europeans already forming small gangs.
She grabbed the thermos again, pouring some hot coffee in the small cup and placed it quickly on her lips, still checking everything around her before hearing the girl talking next to her. She looked at her confused before placing the cup back on the top of the mug and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said, are you new here? I've never seen you before." The girl nodded before turning her laptop on, the screensaver from the LAPD appearing in front of her eyes like a brutal reminder that she had stopped working to come and study here, leaving her position as a Lieutenant to come here. She quickly entered her password to get ride of the picture and opened a new page, already writing the heading on the top of it, hopping the girl next to her wouldn't ask her a thousand questions to find out who she was or where she was coming from. Making friends was never her ultimate goal in life. As she grew up, she was attached to a few persons, but never liked close intimacy with anyone, thinking that getting attached was a "useless waste of time better used in reading or working, not bonding with people who aren't worth it."
The girl placed her pink-hair away from her face and on her left shoulder before clearing her throat at the sound of the girl talking to her again, gently clenching her fists before looking at her intensively. "I'm sorry, but I'm here to finish my diploma, relationships aren't in my plan." She watched the girl slightly opening her mouth before shrugging and changing seats before glaring at her. The pink-haired girl raised an eyebrow and sighed loudly before staring at the front of the class, wondering when the teacher would ever get here before listening to a voice coming from behind.
"Criminology is an interdisciplinary science that gathers and analyzes data on various aspects of crime and criminal behavior, if ya are in the wrong class, please step out and never come back again." The girl looked at the figure going closer to the black board with a marker already in her hand and began to write her name on it, the words Oerba Yun Fang appearing in black before she turned around, looking at everyone seated. "I hope ya are ready for this kids, this isn't goin' to be fun at all."