Where the Hell is she... Simone pulled out her smartphone, checking the time like she'd been doing at two-minute intervals. Since this was the tenth time, that meant that twenty minutes had gone by without her sister Rebecca showing up or even sending her a text of any kind. Huffing in irritation, the younger sister ran an impatient hand through her hair, which the wind just couldn't seem to leave alone. Everyone else could, though; Simone saw people try to look away from her-mostly obnoxious Freshman who didn't know better. Hell, they probably thought she was Rebecca. Lucky for those squirts I'm not, she mused. It was true, Simone herself could be quite the bully-forcing others to do mundane homework assignments, antagonizing others just because they were there to be antagonized, but Becky was the scary one of the duo. Becky prided herself on her strength, and was not afraid to pull punches if it meant getting what she wanted. And though she was not one for violence, Simone was about ready to kick the crap out her sister if she didn't show up soon. Meanwhile, the girl that was causing Simone's chagrin was storming out of her French class. Once again that damned Madamoiselle Monet-Pierce had given her detention for talking in class. "Bitch," Becky muttered, head low in fury. It wasn't her fault that their idiot bimbo of a teacher had stuck her in a seay next to a close friend. Besides, Yesenia was doing most of the talking, and that asshole let her off scot-free! It just made her so angry, and there was probably nothing else that could make her feel any worse today. Of course, if Simone were to give her any grief, well then, that could be taken care of for sure. Keeping down Rebecca had not seen the other student, and she crashed into him, falling flat on jer but and spilling her books everywhere. "Damn it!" She yelled, scrambling for them as she turned red with humiliation and rage. Icing on the cake it was, her having to struggle to pick everything up like a dweeb.