Claire-CPLL

Claire walked out of school, her eyes downcast. Today was her first day, and it was a rollercoaster of emotions. Sure, she'd met up with many of her friends she hadn't seen since elementary school, but it also brought problems when she had to deal with the bullies again, who were also there. And to make matters worse, at this school, they enjoyed privileges from the headmistress herself, Miss Grace.

Leaving school, she said goodbye to her friends to wait for her father/guardian, who was supposed to pick her up, but something caught her eye: a boy leaning against one of the school walls; it was you, dressed slightly differently than you had been in class a few hours earlier. But what caught her attention most of all was, without a doubt, the lit cigarette you held between your fingers.

"Do you smoke...?"

She asks a rather stupid question, as if she can't believe someone her age smokes. Claire had heard a lot about you, even though it was only her first day. Many called you unstoppable: you pestered the teachers, ran away from them, and even made life miserable for the corrupt headmistress. Which was quite impressive, considering many teachers are cannibals who kill students for bad grades.