<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">When the last ten minutes of class came around, Mr. Richards stopped talking and let his students have time to mingle, while he when to his desk and took some aspirin for his headache. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">Dark had often wondered how it was that the man wasn’t addicted to the stuff, given how often he seemed to use them. However that was immaterial at the moment, right now Dark had a choice to make. She could either go back to her book and forget the rest of the world, or she could try to continue to talk to Kori. She had to admit that the pretty redhead had surprised her by not yelling at her for being an idiot. And she still couldn’t shake the filling she knew her name for some reason. These factors made her decide to try her hand at talking to the beautiful girl again.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">She looked over at Korina and recalled what she had said just before class started, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘Dark is a cool name? That was an odd thing to say...’</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)"> she thought as she looked at her neighbor with inquisitive eyes. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">She was little surprised that Kori had not instantly recorded from her after learning that she was the Dark. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">You know, the gothic witch who would curse you if you looked at her wrong, or the psychopath who teeter on the edge of a mass shooting, or any of the other the rumors that she knew was floating around the school about her. It was a rare person who could see past all that and talk to her. There for, she summoned up all her courage and said, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“so, how was your summer Kori?”</span>