Camilla sat in class, trying to take notes. She couldn't help but be distracted by the clownish appearance of a girl across from her. She wasn't a puritan by any means but a girl should have some standards! The grotesque look appalled her, she was trying to take notes and that oaf was smelling of sex and cigarettes. She fixed her mousy brunette hair and tried to concentrate, occasionally trading the girl glances. When the bell rang, the girl came up to her with a look of disappointment. She put a hand over her shoulder and ushered a few stern words.
"Do you have a problem with me or something?" the girl asked, putting a hand over her dark lips as if smoking.
Camilla knew she should have kept quiet, but her ego got the better of her. "I wouldn't have a problem if you'd shower that smoke and leather smell off and kept your greasy dyed hair clean, you gross mime!"
"Did you just disrespect me? Get off your highhorse girl." The other student responded.
A bright flash filled the room.
