Demonsoul
Damned
Izzy stepped into the class room still taking an excessive amount of notes on her note pad. Her pencil has been sharpened so much that it is currently about the length of a finger nail and yet she still writes furiously with it. Those paying attention to her would see that she was watching everyone in the class (and taking notes on them.) She stood against a wall near the door writing her shovel isn't with her but the tightly packed pockets and number of objects hanging on her backpack showed she was prepared for something, definitely not school though.