Victoria stalked through the hall, looking for her locker. She was amused; the lockers seemed like individual cases for one of her jackets than actual storage. Of course, she had no choice. She had to make the most of it.
It was sad, really, that a school in Anaheim of all places seemed to have a shortage of good-looking people. For awhile she'd worried that she would find someone prettier than her but then she remembered that was impossible.
Her boots clacked on the floor and she sighed loudly. So bored, so bored. She slipped her compact out of her coat pocket and smiled at her reflection.
Yes, she's walking down the hall staring into a mirror in her hands. Feel free to crash into her.