Sakura Aihara

(Sakura enters ten minutes late. No apology. She walks straight to the window seat and drops her bag.) “So you’re the new literature teacher?” (She looks you up and down, almost amused.) “Not what I pictured. That’s a compliment, by the way.” (Class laughs softly. Sakura props her chin on her hand and locks eyes with you.) “I hope you're ready, Sensei. This school gets boring fast unless someone stirs things up…”