Lazy clouds floated across the sky, bellow on the school ground running like ants were the latecomers, rushing to get to class. As if it mattered.
A puff of smoke drifts up to join the lazy clouds, a lanky student watches it drift up as they lean against the wall. The roof was her place, the place she would go rather then class. It was a shame, it took a lot of influence and money to get a student with her attendance into 1-A.
Not that she didn't have the brains. Another puff drifts up, the ember at the end of her fag lighting up as it reached her lips. This gender-less student in a male uniform had better things to do then go to a class taught by some Prude.