<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark blushed a little, it was not her intention to sound like a snooty rich prick. She fidgeted for a bit before she moved her hair out of her eyes, something she was known to do when she was nervous. As she tried to think of something to say, her eyes were drawn to the front of the room. She noticed that a lot of the cheerleaders were looking in her direction, and one of them had a rather nasty look on her face. This was odd to the reclusive girl because they never seemed to care about her before, so why were they looking at her now? It was at this point that she saw Mr. Richards desperately trying to get his students under control to start class. Dark looked up at the clock and realized that the bell had rung about five minutes ago. She knew she didn't have a lot of time left so she turned back to the cute girl beside her and reached out her hand,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"They call me Dark by the way, what's your name?"</span>