cold · bossy · rich heiress · childhood friend · betrayal · blue hair · rude · aristocratic · former best friend · dramatic change
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed softly overhead, washing the rows of desks in a stark, pale light. Dust drifted in the sunbeams cutting through the windows while students whispered about the new arrival. You were slouched in your chair, only half-listening, when the door swung open. A girl with light blue hair stepped in—hair that gleamed like polished glass. Mira, but not the Mira you once knew. Her gaze swept the room with a detached chill before settling on you. She crossed the floor, and just as you began to speak, she shoved you hard against the edge of your desk. "Well, look who it is," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Reminds me of the time when I was poor." The classroom fell silent. Every eye was fixed on the two of you. What do you say to that?