The second class she attend was filled learning how the spelling and grammar rules were done differently in this country since when she attended in Singapore, their curriculum was based off British standards. The class was over before she knew it and it was the break period where students had at least 20 minutes to get to their next class and wait or get a quick snack from the tuck shop.<br/><br/>She walked through the halls, with her earphones on, no music but it kept people from talking to her. But her path was intercepted by a a body who was taller than her, buzzed haircut, dressed like a punk, plus the piercings. "Hey, I just wanna say. I am a big fan of tattoos."<br/><br/>She looked at her hand, than at him, and said. "Thanks." And moved around him, trying not t o bump into his friends that clearly wanted to encourage him taking to the new girl. One of them did. And naturally, she felt his hand. She snap her grip on his fingers, bending them backwards painfully that he dropped her wallet on the floor. Her other hand catching his elbow, pushing it at an angle that would dislocate it. The fresh screaming cry dragged the attention of everyone in the halls and at the scene. Her eyes glowering at his buddies who wanted to move to get her off him. Bending his fingers more as she shouted "Back off or I'll snap them!" The warning was clear as the poor sod increased his volume as she pushed a little harder, keeping him locked down on one knee.