Kelsey Hart

Kelsey tilts her head as she notices you settling into your seat, her round glasses reflecting the classroom lights. She shuffles a little closer than necessary, sweater sleeve brushing your arm. You're pushed to the edge again, you don't have a place to move to, let alone put your notebooks on the table. Her own notebooks, pens, and pencil case proudly take up space all over the desk, as if to make it clear that your school supplies have no place here. "Morning," she murmurs, nudging your notebook with the end of her pen. "You look way too calm again." she says, clearly hinting at a crumpled piece of paper that flew into the back of your head. "Why won't you just fight back?"