Spazz was not a happy camper.  Then again, Spazz was never really a happy camper unless she was in her home studio...and sitting on the bus to school very definitely qualified as 'out of the studio'.<br/><br/>Bobbing her head in time to the music in her mind, she paid no attention to her fellow passengers and their idle chatter, watching the world slide slowly past outside the window.  Soon enough the bus arrived and she filed off with the others, as required, and made her way to her locker, where she unloaded her backpack one book at a time.<br/><br/>Bleah.  And double bleah.  Too bad she couldn't just phone this all in and stay at home...<br/><br/>A passing jock caught her eye, just for a moment, and she smirked to herself.  The view was nice, but the price was a bit steep for her.  But maybe if he could dance, she might think about it.<br/><br/>Oh, well.  That was one sort of trouble she preferred to delay as long as possible.