"Daisy, please come in."

She grunted and walked into the office, her eyes meeting his brown ones. He nodded at her, and she plopped down in the seat in front of his desk, crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes not leaving his.

"Daisy, please elaborate."

"That jerk started it fir-"

"Quietly and calmly," he interrupted. Daisy inhaled and began to start again.

"Sir, while I was simply walking down the hall to my next class, one of the students walked up to me," she started. "Mind you, this student has been bullying me for weeks. Anyway, said student decided to shove me in to my locker." Daisy cringed for a moment, a sharp pain shooting up her arm.

"Please continue," he spoke rather quietly.

"Of course," she said, dismissing the pain. "I attempted to keep my cool, sir, but the student keep bothering me. I was going to walk away, but then she grabbed my arm." She closed her eyes and inhaled. "That is what made me attack her." She opened her eyes and stared at the principal, eyes flaring with anger.

"Thank you, Daisy." He nodded. "You may take your leave."

"Thank you, sir," Daisy gritted through her teeth, still roused. She got up and left the office, stomping her way through confused but slightly frightened high-schoolers in the hall. She eventually reached the courtyard, the sun shining down on her, revealing some of her scars from previous quarrels she had.

Daisy groaned and sat down beneath a tree and closed her eyes, the fight replaying through her mind. I can't believe I took it that far again, she thought, disappointed in herself yet again. She wasn't surprised she attacked another student, nor did she feel guilty for attacking that student; she was actually proud of herself. She was disappointed she let her anger take control of her again.

Daisy was known for having a unsurprisingly short temper, and anyone who provoked her was sure to get a well-deserved beating. She was expelled from one of her old schools for making a boy lose a few of his teeth (mind you, these were adult teeth), and she eventually had to transfer to Mintendo High School. The girl Daisy had fought was high up of the social hierarchy and took this as a challenge of sorts. Daisy of course won said challenge, and unfortunately, aforementioned girl had to pay the price, a casualty of a few broken pieces of jewelry and a nosebleed. The girl had to go home early, leaving her visit to the principal's office for next week.

Daisy snickered at the thought of never seeing that girl for a while, now that her message was clear. Thanks to her incredibly short temper, she was now the most feared girl- no, most feared person, through out Mintendo High school.

And it felt amazing.

"All right class, today, we'll be discussing the anatomy of jellyfish, or sea jellies. Now, can anyone one tell me what the stinging cells on a sea jelly's tentacle that fire upon contact with prey or predators is called?"

Rosalina quickly raised her hands. Professor Gadd nodded towards her. "Yes, Rosalina?"

"I believe they are called nematocysts, sir," she answered smoothly. He nods, smiling.

"Correct! I am very proud of you, Ms. Rosalina." She simply nodded and goes back to reading her textbook while the professor continued on with his lesson.

Mario tapped Rosalina on the shoulder, prompting her to turn around."Yes?"

"How are you so smart?" he asked. She gave him a blank stare before answering.

"I would not deem myself as smart. I know as much as the rest of the students in this classroom. All I am doing is responding with what the professor has told us in the past." She noticed the puzzled look in on his face and sighed. "I am just repeating the things he has told us back to him."

"Oh, I see," Mario chuckled."You're just giving him what he wants to hear."

Rosalina smiled slightly. "In layman's terms, yes." She turned back around quickly, not wanted to get caught.

Mario grinned and went back to examining his class, not really paying attention to the lesson at hand. The rest of the class, excluding Rosalina, had a rather bored countenance all together. He began to wonder why Rosalina found school so interesting; he was about to ask her, then the bell rang.

He blinked slowly and glanced at the clock. It's lunchtime, he thought, smiling. Lunch was his favourite 'class', especially on Lasagna Wednesdays. The thought of it made him even hungrier. Grabbing his things, Mario raced out of the room and down the hall towards the cafeteria.

Opening the doors, he spotted his group of friends in the corner table. He quickly grabbed his food and raced to meet them. Upon seeing Mario, the table greeted him warmly as he sat down.

"Hey, Mario," Daisy mumbled, poking at her food.

"Still bummed out about the fight?" he inquired, sitting next to Luigi, who was more concerned about her than he was. "C'mon, you totally destroyed her in that brawl."

"That's the problem!" She anxiously tapped on the table. "Trust me, I'm very proud of myself for kicking her butt, really, but what if I kicked it too hard?"

"...I do not understand the problem." Rosalina raised an eyebrow while taking a small bite of her lasagna.

"What if...they expel me?"

"They can't!" Luigi cried, prompting stares from the table and few people behind them. He sank into himself, red from embarrassment.

"U-Uh, what I m-meant was, they can't, because t-there was no way you injured her that b-bad," he stuttered. "You know how t-to hold yourself back w-when fighting."

Daisy grinned slightly. "Thanks, dude. He's right, I wouldn't injure someone that bad."

"Even if so, you probably got detention for the month at the minimum," Mario said while stuffing his face with the school lunch. Daisy chuckled and sighed, taking a smile bite of lasagna.

"Hopefully."

There we go! As for an explanation, I recently read some interesting Mario High School fanfiction (I really needed some Mareach and Luaisy, ahem), so I decided hey, why no write one of my own? I'm positive these are extremely common, yes, but why not add to it? Moving on, I hope you enjoy,and criticism is always welcome.