<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/20/82/db/2082db31e5a7bff6bb09973caafb0824.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Shye<br/>Time/day: August 30th, Midday<br/>Location: Gymnasium<br/>Tagging: Winter, Team C: Dae, Marina, Dizzy<br/><hr/>Great! Wonderful! A Game… with teams Shye couldn’t be more thrilled as a look of dread washed over her. Did they really expect her to bond with complete strangers? That would never happen. Lazily, she opened the envelope knowing exactly what it was for and feeling dejected that she had even devoted an ounce such curiosity towards what was in it. Instead of something grand, she pulled out a paper that just had the letter C on it. With a deep breath, a heavy sigh she looked for the teacher she’d need to make her way over too.<br/><br/>What was his name again? It didn’t matter, he had the letter C and that was where she was supposed to go. Before she did, she glanced over at the impeccable man that had sat down beside her feeling she should at least say something.<br/><br/>“Thanks for keeping me chill.”<br/><br/>She could have facepalmed herself for saying something as stupid as that. Again, this was why she did not do small talk and before embarrassing herself any further because that would be the death of her she made her way over to her team. Shye was not eager for this at all, not an ounce interested and just stood there listening to the man who’d thanked her earlier for reuniting the headless body with its head. As he spoke<em>“Don't be discouraged. They may not have the correct answer. Come on let's hear your thoughts.”</em>she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, an expression that was becoming more and more common. But really, was he going to baby them like that? Coddle them? Tell them everything was okay? Shye didn’t have a slight bit of concern or even worry that another team buzzed in. If anything she would have given them a round of applause they were making this event end sooner.<br/><br/>Already in no desire to be here, or doing this she completely forgot about introducing herself engrossed in making this end as soon as possible. “Then do you have any bright ideas?” she asked the cheerleader to the professor, Desire. Now, she didn’t mean to sound so bitchy. It usually wasn’t her intention, but her dislike for this situation was coming out. At least her team didn’t seem that bad. Desire had a sense of style, not one Shye would ever wear, but nonetheless was one she’d acknowledge and the mermaid who still needed to learn to walk while also wearing another color other than pink.<br/><br/>For her, it did not take long for the riddle to click as she looked at the words, found the patterns, and looked at them as letters and what she could do with them. Shye was bright; she just never applied it or saw any reason to express it. What would being smart get her? There was just no value in it. Just like as she stood there, she couldn’t help but wonder if there were any people of value at this school. So far, she’d found none.<br/>