<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark just rolled her eyes at the Goth comment, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘well, it’s not the worst thing anyone has ever said to me,’</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> she thought as a soft giggle escaped her.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> “Nice to meet you Kori.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">She continued aloud before she turned her eyes to the front just in time for there teacher to finally get the class to quiet down and started his lesson. Dark sat there and diligently took notes as he went over what he expected of the students taking his class this year. The whole time a thought lingered in the back of her mind, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘Korina? I know I’ve heard that name before...but where? She seems nice enough so why don’t I recall meeting her before? Oh well, hopefully, I don’t drive her away... not that I would blame her. Why anyone would want to be with a freak like me is anyone’s guess.’ </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">As these thoughts ran through her mind, she started to rub her wrist absentmindedly.</span>