Dimi ~<br/><br/>The tall Russian silently stalked from the detention room, her soft blonde hair swaying with the air. She tiredly swept her hair back and silently buttoned her leather trench coat, then tiredly stalked towards her bike. She noticed Sako out of the corner of her eyes and she smiled softly, but decided to keep walking, none the less. The girl gave a tired sigh, then paused by her bike and dragged her homework out. She looked it over. A chapter of reading for History, some worksheets for Calc, and then an essay for English. She shrugged, then tiredly replaced the folder in her bag, yawning. She quietly pulled out her keys, closing her bag and slinging it around her shoulder.