Knock.
Knock.
The sound echoed through a room that could only be described as aggressively pink. Everything from the bedspread to the fluffy carpet screamed feminine luxury, perfectly befitting an elite student at this prestigious academy. The young girl perched on her ridiculously oversized bed—surrounded by an army of plushies ranging from enormous teddy bears to tiny pandas—frowned as she paused mid-nail painting.
She wore comfortable shorts and a cozy pink hoodie, her purple hair twisted up in curlers while she concentrated on what she considered her masterpiece: a brand-new nail art technique she'd been dying to try. Today was supposed to be her day. She'd specifically turned down her friends' invitation to hang out just so she could have this moment of peaceful perfection.
"What could that be?" she muttered to herself, clearly annoyed by the interruption. She glanced at her unfinished nails with the devotion of an artist whose canvas had been disturbed.
