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The Class was loud, just as it always was. The whole class was talking and chatting with each other, talking about the weekend. there were chats about going to amusement parks, roller skating rinks, and all sorts of different things. Eventually, the bell blared through the speakers, making everyone stop talking for the most part. The teacher cleared her throat and picked up the paper roll, starting to call and tick off the names. "Christina?"
"Here."
"Ben?"
'Here." and so on and so forth. Marshall and Millison weren't really paying attention though, more so trying to find Marshall’s headphones before the teacher realized that they weren't paying the slightest bit of attention. "Damn it..Where did you put them, Mill?" Marshall whispered, furrowing his eyebrows as he rummaged through millison's bag. "I dunno, I swear I put them in there." Millison quietly replied, leaning back in his chair and putting his head against the wall.
Marshall was then pulled out of his thoughts by his name being called by the teacher. "Marshall?" Marshall put the bag down and sat up straight, clearing his throat.
"Uh, Yeah, I'm here." Marshall stammered, raising his hand.
'Good, ya’ better be." The teacher said, looking at Marshall before checking his name off the list. 'Indigo?" The teacher called out one of the popular girl’s names. How could Millison and Marshal tell? Because 6-7 kids all simultaneously went 'She isn't here." Before pouting.
Even though most of the girls were sad about indigo not being here, Marshall and Millison were ecstatic. Even though neither of them was even acquaintances with her, they know that she hated them with her whole being.
Why? Neither of them could tell you. The most probable answer they could come up with was that she just didn't like men serving cunt better than her, but when they both asked their parents, they got their mouths washed out with soap.
The whole class stopped when a certain Someone entered the classroom, though. Indigo.
She sauntered into the classroom, muttering a half-assed apology about being late before sitting down next to her Slaves Friends. Her newly coloured deep indigo hair was the thing that caught the teacher’s attention, though. 'So, Indigo, what's with the hair?" She asked, glancing at the deep colour. Indigo smiled bashfully and waved her hand, giggling. "Oh y'know, I just had some spare hair dye last night, so.." She said, grabbing a couple strands of her hair and twirling it in her fingers
'Well, you do know that it’s against the school dress code, right?" The teacher asked, readjusting her glasses and glaring at Indigo. Indigos eyes widened and she shook her head. "Uh..no.? There are multiple kids in here with dyed hair and they aren't getting in trouble." She defended.
"Like who? No one else here has dyed hair." The teacher said, her eyes scanning the classroom. Indigo bit the inside of her cheeks, looking around the classroom before looking at Marshall and Millison, devilishly smiling. She turned back to the teacher and smiled. 'Millison and Marshall," She pointed behind her, at the both of them. "They both have dyed hair." She stated, a matter-of-fact look on her face.
Millison sits up properly at the mention of his name, glaring at Indigos smug smirk. Marshall was the one to speak up, though, putting his hand up but not waiting for permission to speak. 'Uh, miss, I don't have dyed hair." He defended. He couldn't defend Millison though. How could he? The man had dark chartreuse hair for god’s sake!
Indigo frowned at Marshalls protest and pointed at the blond ends of his hair accusingly. "Miss, hair doesn't magically just turn blonde!" She half-yelled, glancing back at her friends.
In almost an instant, all the girls around here turned and also pointed at them, frowning. They all then started to spout out every excuse under the book, which was hard to hear because they were all trying to talk over each other. The teacher frowned and yelled; her voice bitter. "Girls! Calm down! If your name isn't Indigo, Marshall, or Millison, you don't need to be talk." Millison and Marshall smugly smiled, watching as all the girls were forced to shut up (For once) and sit down properly.
The teacher sighed, rubbing her temples with her index and thumb. "Indigo. I know that they have dyed their hair, but that was months ago. They have already gotten in trouble for it." She explained, glaring at Indigo. Indigo rolled her eyes, scoffing.
"Well, this is the first I've heard of a punishment for having dyed hair." Indigo said, flicking her hair back.
"Well, it’s been in place for months, so maybe you should read up on the school dress code." The teacher said. Indigo than reluctantly shut up, crossing her arms over her chest and getting her book out. The teacher bitterly smiled and started to teach, grabbing a piece of chalk and drawing the heading on the board. 'Group project'.