<b>RE: Equation for Becoming Popular [[DaShou, Screaming, Lestat]]</b><br/><br/>Ellis was doodling some charts furiously with a pen as she tried to come up with a suitable problem to present to her fellow nerds while also tearing savagely into a glazed donut. She was feeling quite confident about this certain equation, powering through the cramps she was getting in her left arm as she scribbled angrily, but then some wheezing fuck-tard had to burst in from outta nowhere and make her arm slip, causing a thick blue line to sever the numbers she had written down and send the paper to the floor. She glared up at the intruder, her hazel eyes burning. Sure she had a bit of an anger problem (well it wasn't a problem to HER), but at this point she figured that she had already alienated herself from society to the point where it didn't even matter.<br/><br/>She stood up angrily, causing her chair to fall over backwards. She crossed her arms over her small chest that was almost non existent under her baggy white t-shirt. Her thick, frazzled red hair falling out of her scrunchy and over her square glasses as she stared at the screaming idiot. "So, is that how you always enter a room, you spazz? CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I'M TRYING TO DO MATH, YOU TWERP!!" She threw her hands in the air as she resisted flipping the table. "FUCK! I had such a good one too! It's RUINED!" Well, not really, but it might as well have.