>Go to your next class.
You suck it up and decide hiding from your problems is not the best option. After taking a moment to gather your things, you set off with the bell towards your next class. You arrive to history on time and take your seat, keeping your head down. Fortunately, none of your biology classmates have history with you, but there’s no telling how fast those rumors traveled.
History is a fairly brainless subject for you. It’s all memorization, something that seems to come a little more than naturally to you. It's one of the few classes you have an A in.
The class passes without issue, and you enjoy the down-time. The pain in your ribs dulls over time, and you feel better about the whole public embarrassment situation after taking some time to think it through. As the class nears its end, you move to gather your things- only to find your notebook open on your desk, filled with scribbles. That’s funny. You don’t remember even taking it out, much less drawing in it.
The bell rings, and it's time for lunch. But… there’s someone you want to talk to before heading down to the cafeteria.
What will you do?
> Go straight to lunch.
> Meet up with Danielle. -
[Injuries: sprained right wrist, ?]
[disciplinary action: detention]
[mental state: fair]