Enter The Fashion Villainess, Jennifer!

Another bright, sun-shining Thursday morning awakens the sleeping duo asleep in their beds, where Misha like routine comes downstairs wiping her sleepy eyes ready to go to school.
As she slowly reaches the bottom of the stairs, she glances into the kitchen to seeing her mum cleaning some dishes in the sink where she looks over her shoulder, noticing her daughter wobbling over to the table wiping her eyes.
“Good morning, mother,” Misha mumbles, sitting down at the table.
Georgina says with seriousness in her tone, “Good morning sweetie. Oh if you have a moment, I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Noticing that something is different than usual, Misha ponders with anxiety growing, ‘Oh no… did I do something wrong? Did the school call home?' She begins sweating, as all kinds of reasons swirl in her mind, 'No no, I’m gonna get expelled, mother will ground me I'm sure of it, and I won’t be able to go out and buy any of the cute dresses I saw.’
“Um… y-yes, mother?” Misha replies slightly anxiously. Her mother breathes in and out deeply, “I…,” she begins, which causes Misha to flinch at the unknowing reason for her mother's tone and behaviour.
Then, cutting through the thick tension, she says in a motherly worrying tone, “I’ve got to go on a long business trip until the weekend, which means…,” as Misha stares with a stunned expression, uttering “uh…” as her mother puts down the dishes to embrace her cute daughter. “I won’t be here to welcome you home from school for the next couple of evenings,” cutely sobbing as Misha feels the motherly love sweep over her, “Will you be ok these next couple of days sweetie?…”
Misha stares disappointed but relieved at her own overthinking, loosening her anxiousness to a happy smile of relief, I’ll be ok mother,” Misha replies.
“But still, be safe while I am away sweetie,” Georgina gently states, before Misha smiles warmly to assure that she heard her mother clearly and accepted the instructions. ‘I… guess I was just overthinking things,’ Misha thought as her mother returns to make the breakfast and enjoy the time together before leaving for the work trip.

Just like before... copying and pasting the script here. Um, Hannah comes downstairs for school sleepily rubbing her eyes, as her mum is also cleaning dishes, looking over her shoulder to see Hannah wobble to the table... uh, whatever. You get the idea.
“Good morning, mum-” Hannah mumbles, before thinking disappointedly at the laziness of the writing crew, ‘Wait… is this déjà vu?’
“Good a morning, cutey cheeks,” Victoria playfully says as she hugs Hannah, kissing her cheek, “You’re so cuddly.”
Hannah smiles warmly, “Aww…,” enjoying the cuddle as it fills her heart with motherly affection for the morning like a fresh cup of tea. “Mmm… getting my cuddles in before…,” Victoria says snuggling into Hannah, catching Hannah's attention with a little curiosity to the reason she said 'before.'
“Hm?” Hannah utters, as the mother finishes as she lets go and holds Hannah's hands, “Before, I go to daddy for work.”
Looking with a stunned expression of surprise, Hannah gasps, “Huh? What?” Her mum then decides to explain very calmly, “Hannah, I’ll be going until the weekend, so food is in the fridge and cupboards for the several days I’m gone. Make yourself your own meals, okay?”
Reacting casually, understanding everything clearly, “Oh, I see,” Hannah replies, before Victoria explains to conclude, “And, when the summer comes. When I go again, you won’t be alone though.”
Thinking of the confusing insinuation of what she meant by 'not be alone', Hannah says, “Uh… what do you me-” before her mum cuts her off, checking the time on her wrist watch, “Oh, look at the time. The taxi is here. See you soon, cutey,” kissing Hannah on her cheek again, “be sure to lock up when you go to school and take the house keys.”
“Sure, I’ll be fine mum,” Hannah smiles confidently, as her mum peace signs back with a big smile, “Alright, see you later,” before closing the door, leaving Hannah to continue alone to get ready and head for school.

Like usual, Misha and Hannah again meet at the school gates.
Hannah salutes, “Good a morni-”
“Good ‘morning’, Hannah,” Misha interrupts comedically, poking both cheeks with a cheeky pout. “Ah… bleb-bleb,” Hannah says as Misha pulls her cheeks like squidgy jelly.
“And no ‘bleb’ nonsense from you, twit-lips,” Misha jokes, as their two friends appear behind them as if on time to evolve the skit.
“Good morning, you two. Getting along, like usual?” Jessie greets, grinning gently at the funny sight in front of her, as Ellica smiles alike, “Good morning.”
Like a comedian sketch, Hannah comically escapes Misha’s poking, gliding over to her two buddies, “Good a morning, cuuuuuuuuutiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees,” hugging again from behind, Ellica and Jessie warmly smiling at the wholesome affection as Misha stares blankly at the trio.
Wanting to move on, Misha asks bluntly, “Well, shall we head into school then?”
Without delaying a moment, Hannah replies straightforwardly, “Actually, I have something to talk about for a sec. Elli, Jessie, go ahead,” peace signing to Ellica and Jessie with a friendly grin, before pulling Misha aside.
Jessie and Ellica look at each other, before nodding that it's okay, as Misha asks annoyed, “Oh… hey! What are you doing, bitch?”
Reaching a private part of the school front area, Hannah begins, “Misha.”
“What slag?” Misha replies bluntly, before Hannah breaks the irritation as Hannah asks in a friendly tone, “Ya wanna come over to my house tonight?”
Misha raises an eyebrow, tilting her head before confusedly responding, “Uh, why?”
“Cause me mum’s not home,” Hannah answers, stunning Misha that they're in the same situation, “Oh… wait. My mum’s not home,” she says.
Putting the information together, Hannah bonks her palm with her fist, “Ohhhh… so I was not imagining the déjà vu this morning.”
“And what’s that got to do with me coming over?” Misha asks, wondering what that's got to do with anything. Well, Hannah explains with sparkles in her eyes, “Since we can do whatever we want, it makes total sense to chill at your friend’s house without interruption. Like we can have a sleepover, a snack night, or even a pool party- oh, wait I don’t have a pool…,” as Hannah's face expresses disappointment for not having such luxurious things to entertain friends with.
Uttering aloud, Misha says, “Uh… I do,” which brightens up Hannah's face with joy, “Ah, perfect!”
“Nope!” Misha states conclusively.
Looking saddened, Hannah questions, “Aww… why not? Your mum’s not home to stop you…”
Blushing with embarrassment, Misha cutely replies, “Well, it’s because… I want to introduce you to mum as my friends…”
Feeling the cuteness flowing around her wholesomely, Hannah responds with a blushing smile, “Aww, you’re just so adorable! Too cute!”
Hannah Hugs Misha with a passionate embrace, as Misha pouts cutely, “Fuck you, I’m adorable!”
Enjoying the adorableness, Hannah comments with a warm smile, “Aww… too precious,” Misha responding back as she hugs back Hannah, “Mmm… close enough.”
Feeling the tingle of Misha’s emotions, Hannah genuinely responds by facially expressing true friendship love, as the two hug gently, before both let go and look at each other softly and kindly. After reaching an agreement, the two then maturely walk to their form room, as Jessie and Ellica greet them, noticing them being closer and happily congratulating them, bantering about what they were up to.

After Geography had ended, breaktime arrives.
For Chloe, who leaves the meeting that she had with the president, after talking about the two rascals, Hannah and Misha, where she states that she has them under control... which is of-course lying about the true situation that she is in, she closes the door and decides to head outside.
Chloe begins walking downstairs towards the outside social area, taking the central staircase with confidence that she can change her own situation, where she ends up walking past the library as Misha then comes from around the corner.
“Oh, what a coincidence,” Misha greets with a heart-pounding smile. ‘This was totally planned. I’ve always wanted a ‘coincidence’ meeting to really get the heart racing,’ Misha monologues mischievously.
“Uh, eck,” Chloe blurts out, which in turn makes Misha react at the adorableness, “Eck? Is that a new cutesy sound effect for my memory bank?” Putting her hand on cheek, warmly smiling.
Chloe pouts assertively, “No, it isn’t!”
“For my phone folder of recorded sounds of the Vice president?” Misha teases, pretty much copying Hannah at this point.
Chloe asserts aggressively, “Absolutely not!”
“For the school album for generations to come?” Misha teases again, enjoying Hannah's line of teasing a little more.
Pouting, Chloe proclaims bluntly, “Not in a thousand years! In any way, I was heading for the social area to relax before the next lesson begins…,” as Misha warmly tilts her head, “Oh, may I join you?”
“Um…” Chloe thinks, blushing before giving in, “I guess.”
‘Yes! Get in!’ Misha self-congratulates with a grin, before gently smiling, “I appreciate your kindness.”
Chloe softly replies, “Y-your welcome,” as now both Misha and Chloe make their way towards a large outdoor social area, with a large tree dominating the centre surrounded by multiple well maintained benches, taking a seat under the shade of the leaves.
“So, what’s it like?” Misha asks curiously.
Looking with confusion, Chloe asks, “What is what like?”
Getting straight to the point, Misha says clearly, “You know, being the Vice-President.” Chloe looks at Misha with actual respect for asking something serious and reasonable, before replying, “Huh? That’s quite the question to ask.”
“Well I was a little curious because I thought that the VP was going to be another 3rd year like the President,” Misha says with curiousness, her tone appearing genuinely sincere. Chloe giggles a little, before explaining, “You would think that would be the case, however any year can apply for one of the council positions.”
“Hueh! Anyone?” Misha responds, looking a little shocked. Chloe continues, “Mhm, but to join the council or challenge a filled position, the opposing parties will need to convince the students to choose them.”
“Like a democratic vote in politics?” Misha asks casually, as Chloe states conclusively, “Pretty much, but without as much red tape or nonsense.”
Looking with absolute no interest whatsoever, Misha replies  “Yyyeeeaaaahhhhh, not for me I’ll say.”
Looking with surprise, Chloe asks, “You don’t like politics?”
“I wouldn’t necessarily say that, I just haven’t put as much focus into that as I would normally do with drawing,” Misha explains, shrugging.
“Oh yeah, you do draw don't you?” Chloe remembers, leading Misha to whip out her sketchbook to quickly flip through the pages, showcasing her various designs featuring character sheets, architecture, all being a range from cartoon to realistic landscapes of the town etc.
Chloe looks on stunned at the quality, “Oh wow these are incredible Misha.”
Misha happily giggles at the compliment, “N’aaaaaaaw,” as stars appear in her eyes, “I plan to open up my own studio along with Hannah.”
Distracted by the name, Chloe asks with a little curiosity, “Hannah? The girl with the green ponytail I see you with?”
“That’s the one, with her writing and my drawing combined; the possibilities are endless,” Misha says confidently.
Chloe warmly smiles, “That is quite the big dream you two share.”
“Big - yes, but not un-achievable,” Misha says enthusiastically, as Chloe gently giggles at Misha’s enthusiasm.

Misha then turns the question onto Chloe, “And how about you then, VP cutie? What’s your plans?” Chloe then pauses for a moment to think before responding, answering with, "That's a secret."
Misha begs Chloe to at least give a hint, as the two banter beneath the shade of the tree.

Aww, so cute.

Well, again, Hannah tells Monica, the Literature club president, that she needs to go for a walk for inspiration, as she heads to the Fashion club to tease Jessie for a little before helping her out.
She enters the class, seeing Jessie alone for some teasing time.
“Oh, heyya Jessie puwa,” Hannah jokingly greets.
Jessie waves, replying with a giggle, “Oh, hi Hannah… and what’s with the puwa?”
“Nothing much, just thought of stopping by to… help out,” Hannah says, winking with a friendly grin. Unlike before, Jessie blankly stares before stating in a defeated tone, “I don’t think you can help out much… especially with…,” as she looks down.
Realising that this is something serious, Hannah asks teasingly, to try and lift her mood, “With who? You look a little down… did someone boop you on the nose?”
“No... not that,” Jessie replies defeatedly.
Hannah teases again, visually expressing a gesture of hand groping, “Did someone grab them boobas without asking?”
“No. And who else would do that other than you?” Jessie replies back in an irritated mood, not wanting to joke around.
Hannah then asks, still teasing but slightly more seriously, “Well… what else could it be? That time of the month perhaps…?”
“Been a while since that… well,” Jessie responds as she twiddles her hair fringe, “it’s someone being…,” she tries to explain, making Hannah look at her with confusion before a loud, obnoxious tone fills the room.
“Someone… being frustrated that she won’t design ‘Me’ a custom outfit for this club’s assignment!” The girl proclaims arrogantly, posing like a snobbish princess as she flicks her brunette drill twin-tails, trying to appear holy and elegantly diva with her underlings behind her. Her pink eyes glisten with entitlement as her villainess-like face expresses stubbornness and condescendence, sitting upon a slender body with little curves to showcase, that is ironic to her superior attitude.
This makes Jessie looks down, with her hands in lap, squeezing tight due to the intimidation.

“Pfft! Haha hahahaha… sorry. That was too stereotypical…,” Hannah bursts out laughing.

Since Hannah paid no attention to this girl's attempt to be intimidating, she looks at Hannah with a condescending stare, “Huh? And who exactly are you, simpleton?”
“This is too funny… I mean, what kind of girl acts like she’s a diva from a theatrical opera these days? Did you come from a Victorian dimension with a princess script to boot?” Hannah mocks, showing no care for her attitude at all. In face, she found it hilarious, like straight out of a TV show.
“How dare you mock ‘Me’ you jealous commoner! I am Jennifer Snobbington, the excellent, elegant beauty of the Fashion club. The one… that will have Jessie as my servant to design me all the clothes I desire without hesitation!” Jennifer proclaims.
Hannah chuckles, continuing to mock, “Snobbington… how fitting for a girl of your demeanour. I guess staring at a wall alone is a rather common occurrence in your case.”
Jennifer replies angrily, “Jessie…! Who in the hell is this wretched wench? She’s angering me to no end!”
“Um… you know you could ask me. Like, nicely. Oh, wait. I guess that’ll probably take a generation,” Hannah mocks again, teasingly wiggling her hand. Jessie, after watching Hannah mess with Jennifer, tries to hold back her laughter out of shock and happiness that Hannah is mocking this girl; her greatest annoyance.
“Why, you…! Anyways, enough! Jessie, you have an outfit to design me! And I want it prompto!” Jennifer demands, pointing at her, with a snobby expression and authoritative pose.
‘I see… so that’s how this girl acts. Man, imagine Misha dealing with this would be popcorn worthy of a movie showdown,’ Hannah giggles at her own thought, ‘would be a legendary boss battle of Honkai Star Rail. Because the dialogue would be longer than the actual fight itself.’
Sighing, Hannah decides to ignore Jennifer, realising that this girl is just out to bully Jessie, she says sweetly, “Hey, Jessie,” putting her arms comfortably around Jessie’s shoulders, “can I help and try out your outfit? I want to wear something that you designed.”
Jennifer stares shocked at the audacity of this girl ignoring her, even interrupting her with no respect. “Oh, erm…,” Jessie mutters, glancing at Jennifer who was looking angry, “I don’t think that will be…”
Hannah asks, completely ignoring this snobbish bully, “Huh, why not? Am I not suitable for the dress?”
 “You…! Hmph!” Jennifer pouts, storming out of the room with her underlings following, as Jessie waits for them to leave earshot.
“Um… are you sure that was a good idea?” Jessie asks with relief, as Hannah answers with a casual tone, showing no indication of being intimidated, “In all seriousness, such girls need to be humbled. And for you,” booping Jessie on the nose, “I want you to decide who you want to wear your outfits. Seeing you being picked on gets me… let’s just say. If she tries again, come to me. I’ll mess with her,” winking with a smile of genuine care.
Jessie smiles affectionately, “thank you,” as Hannah sticks around to ensure that the girl doesn't return, allowing Jessie to return to designing her outfit in peace, before Hannah leaves, seeing the club president return, which gives a good reason to go back to her club.

Lunch time arrives, as Jessie heads straight towards the cafeteria, meeting Ellica who agreed to wait for her along the way.
Jessie waves, “Hey Elli, thanks for waiting for me,” as the two lock eyes, Ellica smiling and waving back. “It was no problem. I was just enjoying ‘Ho-Jo Bizarre Shenanigans’ whilst you were waiting,” showing off her manga book in hand, since watching it via phone was prohibited.
Knowing the show, Jessie replies, “Oh, that show. It had some real inspiring fashion designs that got me inspired,” thoughts of the characters' outfits pop about in her memory.
“Hm-hm. And the characters were really flashy when they posed for the shot,” Ellica says, emoting the poses with a cute passionate expression.
Nodding, Jessie adds, “Yep. The cosplays I say online really got my fire burning for trying my own.”
Ellica smiles, enjoying that they can banter together on the same topic of conversation, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show I recommended.”
The two then walk side by side, as Jessie continues the conversation, “It’s no problem. Oh, and the story was incredible. The writing was totally enjoyable; I never thought that such a style of writing even existed.”
Eyes sparkling, Ellica says passionately, “I know right. The expressions, the comedy, the drama, the exaggeration and uniqueness of each character really got me burning with my own fire for trying to write my own little story. I-I really want you to read it sometime…,” twiddling her fingers. She is hoping for her friend to read her own work, to maybe praise her.

Cute!

Without delay nor indecisiveness, Jessie responds clearly, “Oh, absolutely. Your stories are amazing when I read them. You must really put such love and attention to them. I also hope… Hannah doesn’t do anything strange to you. She really loves to get so close with people.”
Ellica twitches for a moment, knowing that Hannah does do quite a lot, but says as an excuse, “Well… she doesn’t do that much, but I don’t really mind,” trying to appear not too bothered by it.
“Oh…,” Jessie replies, looking concerned at the dodging answer.
Ellica tries explaining, “She may get physical here and there,” indicating that her chest is one area for interaction, “but she genuinely reads my stories, and she is very passionate about storytelling. So…,” leaning forward to attempt to assert relief.
Not wanting to pressure Ellica any further, Jessie sighs defeatedly, “Okay, I believe you. I mean, she also is quite hands on with me too, but how do you truly feel about her?”
Clasping her hands together, Ellica thinks for a moment, before responding slowly, “I… like her, I think… No, I do. I like her. She is genuine when reading my stories and is honest with criticism and puts deep thought into her work. Even though… I haven’t known her for long, I feel like I can trust her.”
Seeing the cute honesty, Jessie smiles genuinely, “I’m glad. Cause I too… also get the sense that I can trust her as well.”
Ellica smiles back, before moving on the conversation, “Well, putting Hannah aside; how about we get some lunch? I wonder what’s on the menu today.”
Feeling the hunger, Jessie agrees, “Ah true. I am hungry,” as Ellica adds, “Me too.” Both look at each other for moment, before they giggle to each other, “Well, let’s see what’s on the menu today.”
“True,” Ellica says, joining the line of students as they enter the cafeteria, looking at the options to chose from.
After a little skim through, both girls chose their meals, taking their trays as they search for a great seat to eat their food and sit down. As the two eat half their meal, bantering about manga and fashion, a sudden spike in noise catches Ellica and Jessie’s attention with a few groups of girls near them, turning around to see what was going on.

It was Chloe having a passionately loud conversation with Misha, who was trying to hug her, but Chloe denying consent at first but giving in anyway.
Looking on with a little amazement, Jessie thinks to herself, ‘Wow, Misha can really handle seniors… I wonder if she can deal with Jennifer for me.’
Then, Jessie watches on with a change into an unsurprising stare, thinking to herself that one of the two known rascals is causing a scene, before noticing Misha locking eyes with her, pushing Chloe from behind as the two approach their table.
“May I join you two?” Misha asks, warmly smiling to appear cute and innocent.
Wondering what Misha is doing, Jessie replies a little awkwardly, “uh, sure,” as Misha thanks Jessie in a polite tone, pulling Chloe next to her as she confronts Misha with a curious suspicion, “Well, I hope you are not mistreating these two when I’m not around,” looking at Jessie and Ellica before staring at Misha with judging eyes.
“Of course not. I show the utmost respect to these two, whose names are Ellica,” indicating the two by hand gesturing who was who, “and this is Jessie.”
Politely greeting, Ellica says first, “Um, hello,” followed by Jessie awkwardly after, “Hello…,” thinking between themselves why Misha is behaving like this, but deciding to leave it since this girl is more important to focus about.
Trying to appear important, like before, Chloe introduces herself, “Hello, I’m Chloe, the Vice President of the Student Council. If you two have anything to report regarding,” staring at Misha before looking back at the two, “any misbehaving students, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll be sure to handle them in person.”
“Uh, sure…,” Jessie replies, since she is class representative and is responsible for such matters, but thinks contrastingly, ‘but um, are you sure about that? It seems more like you were handled instead.’
“And if you need any help,” Misha says, acting cutely and gentle, “don’t hesitate to ask me.”
Chloe pouts at this ignorance of authority, as Ellica reacts to the adorableness flowing from the other side of the table, “Adorable,” blushing out of the cuteness.
“Right…,” Jessie says, seeing that Misha is acting out of character; from her perspective anyways, as she thinks, ‘This is not how you normally act like…’ seeing the obviousness of Misha's act.
Moving on from the weirdness, Misha decides to tease Chloe in front of the two witnessing the whole scene. “Well, introductions aside, would you mind if I feed you?” Misha asks, grabbing her fork to try and feed Chloe with a clump of the food on her plate.
“I… I can feed myself, thank you!” Chloe states rejectingly, Misha paying no attention as she hands the fork of food to Chloe, “Don’t be shy,” she says ignorantly.
Pouting like a rebellious child at the parents dining table, Chloe turns her head away, “I’m totally able to feed myself, thank you!”
“So cute,” Ellica says, seeing the cute shoujo-ai like scene play out in 4K resolution; sparkling eyes at the nostalgic feeling of the past anime shows with such scenes now being displayed in reality.
Jessie stares with total understanding, “I see why Hannah and Misha are best friends,” as the three girls continue in their own little worlds as they eventually eat their lunches before the next lesson approaches.

After the evening lessons finish, the girls conclude the day in  the form room.
Unknown to Hannah and the gang who were bantering in the form room, a visitor with a couple of students following her decided to come in before the teacher had arrived to take rollcall.
As Misha sketched in her book with Ellica watching with interest, Hannah and Jessie chatting about the dress, the girl stormed in, the other girls in the form room looking at the sudden visitor, as the student proclaims at the four, “You!”
Ellica, Jessie and Hannah look in wonder of who just shouted, Misha paying no care as she engrossed herself in her drawing. It was Jennifer.
“Jennifer?!” Jessie exclaims in fear, trying to hide behind Hannah.
Shaking her head before clarifying aloud, “No… Hannah! I know your name; I want to discuss something very private with you!”
Seeing the irony of 'private' when she just shouted it so all students can hear, Hannah decides to tease, “Oh… and what would that be, considering you came all this way just to see me?” putting her hand on her cheek with a soft smile.
“You know very well why!” Jennifer stated, pointing her finger at Hannah.
Grinning with cheekiness, Hannah mockingly teases, “Hmm… about becoming sexy?”
“Wha-?! Absolutely not!” Jennifer loudly says, stomping her foot.
The left underling bolsters, “Sexy?!” as the underling to the right adds, “The audacity!”
Seeing that the teasing is just too entertaining to stop, Hannah continues, “About breast enhancements?”
“How-how dare you! That’s not it at all!” Jennifer replies angrily, as the few girls around them watching gossip as the scene continues.
“Breast?!” The left underling says ashamed, as the right underling adds, “Sexual Harassment!”
Hannah tilts her head with mocking ignorance, shrugging, “Then what else? It’s like I totally forgot your existence or something…”
Having had enough, Jennifer yells “YOU!” Walking straight up to Hannah, stopping inches from her face with burning rage, “You know exactly why, and I’m not gonna let you forget how much you disrespected me during club time!”
Misha’s ears twitches at the raised voices as she doodles, looking up to see an unknown girl and a few students standing around Hannah, staring with furious, wide eyes.

Misha looks on bewildered at the scene, as Jessie then leans in to whisper why she’s here, “Um… that’s Jennifer from my club, and she’s angry at Hannah for disrespecting her earlier.”
Unlike a usual girl in this circumstance, Misha grins widely, “I see… Well, allow me to make my acquaintance known.”
“Oh, sure…,” Jessie says, allowing room for Misha to stand up from her chair, thinking with a nod of confidence, ‘I’m pretty confident Misha can handle Jennifer, so I’ll leave her to it.’
Misha stands up, swaying her hair with elegance as she walks over to Hannah and Jennifer with the two underlings.
“Excuse me, is something the matter?” Misha greets in a gentle sarcastic tone.
Noticing the unknown girl making her acquaintance, Jennifer looks at the new girl with a condescending glare, “Huh?! And who are you supposed to be?”
“Yeah, who are you?” The left underling adds, as the right underling tries to conclude with a hand gesture to get lost, “I would stay out of it!”
“Hmm…? I’m Misha, Hannah’s friend,” Misha introduces, looking on with a deceptive smile of courtesy.
Jennifer smirks with an unimpressed stare, saying in a condescending tone, “Oh I see… Well now, Hannah. You really do have such small friends don’t you…,” flicking her hair, “Oh, little Misha, I’ll be sure to crawl back to your seat before I step on you.”
“Yeah, pipsqueak,” the left underling bolsters with a grin, as the right underling smirks, “Children should go back to their parents before they cry!”
Then a smuggish evil grin emerges on Misha's face, as she points at the three, “I see no children here, but I do see 1 bitch, 2 bitch, all 3 whores, how many tramps have walked into my form room!”
Taken aback at the sudden burst, Jennifer changes her target for who insulted her, “Who do you think you’re calling a tramp here, BITCH!!!”
The Left underling expresses a shocked expression from the indecent language, “Oooooooooooo, yeah now you’ve done it pint-size,” as the right underling grins, “Heh, a feisty one, this should be enjoyable.”

Whilst the chaos ensues the classroom, Jennifer gets up into Misha’s face and begins to go on a rant with her two underlings.
Since Hannah is no longer the focus, she sits back with an anticipation of smug satisfaction, pulling out a bucket of popcorn fourth wall breaking style.
“Popcorn?” Hannah asks, indicating that she wants to share to enjoy the front row seat to this spectacle. Looking in confusion at the sudden appearance of the popcorn, Jessie asks confusingly, “Uuuuuurgh…shouldn’t we help her?”
Casually replying, Hannah giggles, “Nah she’ll be fine trust me, you don’t want to miss this,” chomping down on a handful of popcorn.
“How dare you speak to your betters like that,” Jennifer rants, poking Misha’s shoulder, “if you think that I’m going have some up-starty little shit like you talk to me like tha-” suddenly stopping as Misha grabs the wrist of Jennifer's poking hand and starts squeezing tight.
“H-h-hey, let go of me bitch…” Jennifer winces, as the pain from Misha’s grip strength overwhelms her anger.
“And there’s the problem, you ‘thought’,” Misha asserts, walking a little with Jennifer in grip, which causes her to step back due to the pain, “you ‘thought’ that grabbing your little buddies would make you feel bigger, you ‘thought’ that your air of arrogance would allow you to bully others into submission,” pressing Jennifer up against the wall as the two underlings stare on in stunned perplexity.
With a startlingly scary appearance, Misha glares, “That bullshit doesn’t apply to me, neither your filth excuse for friends or a jumped up skank like you intimidate me, now leave before you become an ‘Example!’”
Misha directly stares into Jennifer's face with murderous intent, Jennifer staring at Misha with absolute personal hatred. The underlings look on gobsmacked at Misha's overwhelming insults, before Jennifer walks away, storming out with her two underlings catching up behind, asking what just happened.

As the classroom calms down, the students around gossiping about the whole situation, Misha sighs with irritation over the girl she just met, walking back to her seat as Hannah ponders to think of something to say to cheer her up.
“That bitch…! I hate her guts!” Misha furiously says, gritting her teeth at the boiling anger seething from within, as Ellica looks at Hannah to do something. Hannah tries to think of something, before Jessie surprises the two as she approaches Misha with no fear.
“It’s okay. Come here,” Jessie says, opening her arms as Misha says, “Huh, I’m-”
Snuggle!
Jessie hugs Misha softly, comfortably face-planting Misha into her chest with a soothing attitude and presence of care.
Feeling the soothing nature of Jessie, Misha lets the hug calm her down for a while, as the students look at each other with empathy to Misha, also thinking that this Jennifer was quite the snobbish bully.
After a while, Jessie lets go, appreciatively saying, “Misha. Thank you, truly. That was awesome- uh, she’s asleep?!”
Misha, since the warmth of the hug was too comforting, had fallen asleep. Hannah face-palms, “Oh, are you kidding me?” Jessie looking at the cuteness of Misha with a caring stare, before Ellica asks, breaking the silence, “Um, what should we do?”
Knowing what to do, Hannah assuredly says, “Don’t worry guys; I’ve got this.”
Looking at Hannah with no idea what she'll do, asks briefly, “Uh… how exact-” as then Hannah picks Misha up in a princess carry, holding her gently up to her chest, laying her head on her shoulder.
Laying her down at her desk, gently resting Misha's head on the table, so that the teacher doesn’t notice as she does roll call, as Hannah, Jessie and Ellica smile at each other with this new found respect for her, sitting at their desks as Mrs Noslourghs enters the classroom.
Without issue, rollcall ends with the bell dinging, as Misha is shrugged awake, rubbing her eyes as Hannah giggles how cute it was to pick her up and carry her.

Blushing out of embarrassment, Misha bonks Hannah cutely on the shoulder, the four walk out of school together laughing as they leave the recent experience of Jennifer behind.

"I'll get you next time! I'll get my revenge!" Jennifer proclaims, screaming into the air as the two underlings bolster behind her, cheering her on, as the evening sky darkens into night as the day comes to an end.

The girls go home, having enjoyed quite the experience today, tucked into bed for the new day to arrive.
"Bring on another sexy gir-" Hannah yells in bed, as another pillow plants into her face as Misha tells her off, having thrown the pillow, "Go to bed you horny bitch!!"
The end.