<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gem</span></span><br/>Gem pushed the doors back open with a little too much strength, suddenly both slamming against the door stoppers. An eye-roll left her face, her attention and face straight forward as she walked back to her stuff at the table she left them at.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, that went over great.</span>She pulled her seat back, a large wind of air leaving her mouth as she sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn it!</span>She growled inside her head, but what didn't occur to her was her growling actually coming out. A few glances from other students and a few got up as they knew not to stay around any of the Pack when they were angry.<br/><br/>Gem sat back down, her notes scattered throughout the circular table. She rubbed her temples, the frustration and stress an aspect she needed especially considering it was only the first day of classes. She thought back to the other girl that said something to Striker in class, but she dismissed what she had roughly talked about as she didn't seem like too much of a threat. The more she got to thinking, that girl she talked to found her way back to the forefront of her thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know what is going on, but she just needs to keep an eye out. Innocents getting hurt was not something on my list of events this year.</span>