Updating again because I can.
Amu looked around her as the students chatted around the room at the end of class. Today was the last day in their current seating arrangement; tomorrow, being the beginning of a new trimester, meant new seats. Most people, having friends in the upper-level math class with them, were more than a little nervous to find out who they'd be seated with. Amu, who had no friend in this particular class, was quite calm, yet she still found it amusing to watch the other students squirm.
"Oh my god, Kirishima!" a dark-haired girl whined to her friend. "If I'm not seated next to you, I'm going to literally sit next to you anyway!"
As opposed to figuratively sitting next to him…?
Yaya strolled down the hall to history, pale pink bag secured over both shoulders. It was difficult going this way to class, because of the stream of students going in the other direction, yet it was still much quicker than the alternate route. Absentmindedly dodging the waves of people, she listened intently to a group of girls behind her.
"And I literally, like, died!"
Yaya quickly thought of a zombie invasion and found that the reality was much more disappointing that what she expected.
Rima trudged up the long flight of stairs, wondering why she couldn't have two classes in a row on the same floor. In front of her, a pair of older students were walking at an infuriatingly slow pace, making it absolute that she (along with everyone behind her) was going to be several minutes late to class. In addition to being incapable of walking at a reasonable pace, they were also incapable of saying anything remotely intelligent, as Rima quickly learned.
"You can't tell anyone!" the makeup-caked girl demanded. "Literally no one knows! I mean, like, literally no one knows!"
Well you obviously know, Rima scoffed to herself. And your friend clearly does too.
Don't misuse the word literally. Ever.