After abandoning the group at the lockers, Viviette just tried to hightail it to her first class; Home Ec. It wasn't her favorite.. But she survived, at least; if only barely. It seemed that literally anything could send her spiraling down into a state of pure panic and absolute fear, or a nervous breakdown, or even a panic attack so severe that it lead to her passing out.
Which, was something she recalled happening numerous times a year.
It didn't matter right now, though, she supposed.. This wasn't PE- which happened to be her second period class -, where she lived in absolute terror that Mr. Wilson would force her to run extra liked he seemed to do quite a few kids, or of when the swimming part of their education would come around again.. It was a yearly course, and the one that never ceased to terrify Vivi to no end.. It almost had led to her drowning, a couple of times, due to passing out in the water after being shoved in despite her terror, which sent her into a major panic attack.
No... This was just cooking.
Which.. Which could only lead to poisoning someone, burning yourself, catching something- or yourself -on fire, wasting materials by doing something improperly, dropping equipment on yourself... And a large number of other in-kitchen incidents.
Oh God.. Yeah, Vivi's heart was pounding dangerously again.
Cautiously, she slunk into the classroom, dark curly hair draping around her face like a curtain, with the way her head hung. However, she did manage a small greeting to Miss Lewis. "M-morning, Miss L-Lewis.. I-I'm sorry I'm l-late, a-again.." she apologized profusely, taking her seat and looking down with something of shame. It wasn't uncommon that she was late.. With how mornings were when she was most commonly pushed around and generally picked on, and all.
Ironically, it seemed she was actually early; class wasn't starting quite yet. She must not have been in that locker as long as she felt like..