Mandice goes about her day

Mandice flipped her hair around, the colored highlights not fading in the slightest. She had a pink pastel colored star wars hoodie, new designer flats, and a cotton cardigan wrapped around her waist. She adjusted her circular spectacles and wondered what she was doing here in the hall? She had a fashion class to attend. She walked ignorantly past her from two companions who gave her ill looks and strut on, sassy but sweet. She could be a bit of a nerd at times and she knew it, but like crap was she going to take any crap from girls like that.