Temari knew this was going to be bad.

Ever since she saw it she did.

There it was waiting upon her upending doom, some girl even had the nerve to smile at her in the way in.

Smile, Yes Smile.

Temari soon decided to set the record straight. The girl wouldn't even have the nerve to walk near her again never mind catch a smile. Not if Temari had her way.

Which she didn't, not in the end.

Temari was "escorted" off the premises by some "business" clad men to her class. Or rather in her words dragged off forcefully into the pits of evil by a pair hell raisers.

Of course this did not mean Temari resented being here.

Of course she loved cleanliness of the place, how the sickly the hospital smell consumed everywhere.

Of course she loved the students, how inexplicably happy they seemed that it made her want to barf.

And of course she loved the plain brown oak door in front of her, taunting her even by standing there, teasing her to what lay beyond it and forevermore killing her sense of pride.

I mean really she was going to Love this school.

As much as she loved Baki right now I guess.

Not very much.