Despite her frantic writing for the entire lesson and intent focus on her textbook and the board, Miranda was bored in a matter of minutes after arriving. The teachers tolerated her tardiness and general unfriendliness because she was an exceptional student; unfortunately Miranda couldn't say the same about her teachers. This woman was no Machiavelli, although she was just as harsh.<br/><br/>When class was finished she hurriedly packed her things and rushed out the door, before anyone could try starting a conversation to ask her for notes or anything, just grazing past two girls in the doorway, one of whom had a nametag. Striding briskly down the hall, she threw open the doors and stepped outside into the cool morning air. Finding a place to light up a cigarette, Miranda looked around for a moment to take in her surroundings. Her nostrils crinkled ever so slightly in disgust as she caught the scent of a demon, although it was more of an instinctive reaction than any kind of disdain. Luckily he and the girl he was talking to were a few metres away anyway.