The class goth
Pierced to high hell, egg-white in her spiked, foot-long hair, shiny silver chains jingling with every step. Even the stars tattoed on the back of her neck all scream “trying too hard”. You can practically hear the Swedish Industrial Death Metal blasting through her earbuds. She takes a seat in A5.
She is untouchable because her older brother made it big as the drummer in some metal band.