Foreign Exchange student rp?

((sorry! the amount of text was daunting so i put it off until i had a computer, and then it got buried..))

Essie took her time getting back to the school. Technically, it should have taken her five, maybe fifteen minutes, at a decent pace, to walk there. But she was avoiding that as much as she could. So instead, she took every excuse she could get.
Stopping to buy a cute shirt she knew she would never actually wear? Perfect. Petting four different dogs, and crossing the street to pet one of them? Absolutely. She even stopped for coffee, just to take her time. And by the time she actually made it to school, she was late for fifth period, an iced coffee in hand and perfectly okay with that. Why wouldn't she be?

"Ms. De Vos, happy to finally have you in class." The teacher, a younger guy with thick rimmed glasses and permanently messy hair greeted as she stepped in the door, a grin on his face. Mr. Turner was one of her favorite teachers, even if he taught her least favorite subject. ELA. Making her way towards her seat in the back of the room, she noticed someone already sitting there, forced to take the spot next to it as she responded.
"Happy? To see me? Well gee, Eric, I didn't know you cared. So, what horrid lesson are we learning today?"
"We're reading, which you might know if you didn't sleep in class. Let's hope that coffee keeps you up this time, huh? Now, as I was saying-" He continued talking after his banter with Essie, this time to the rest of the class.

((It’s fine! You know, we don’t have to do super long responses all the time lmao))

True to form, Essie was dozing. Mr. Turner never told her off for it, as long as she got some semblance of work turned in. She didn’t have the best grade in the class, no, but she was coasting by. With everything recently, nobody could really blame her. Or they could, but for different reasons. What you did wasn’t exactly something everyone loved.

The entire class's focus was on the new girl standing up front, with the exception of Essie. Who was still dozing, next to an empty seat. The murmurs and curious stares made it obvious none of them had I'll intent, at least not yet. That, as anyone from the school new, could flip flop wildly.

"Yes, yes, the new exchange student." Mr. Turner said, eyes sparkling with mirth as he held out his hand to shake. "Call me Mr. Turner, or just Turner. Either one works. Welcome to Wiada East Highschool, I hope your stay isn't horrible. If any of these kids bother you, come to me. Or Ms. De Vos over there, who is once again sleeping in class."

"Signing me up for more volunteer work? Last I checked, body guarding didnt fit the volunteer criteria. More a paid job." Essie called, voice muffled by her arms.

((sorry! been kinda blah lately, but weekend means i'll be on a bit))

The downturned looks and muttered agreements seemed semi reluctant, but Anna was well known enough as someone who could ruin your life with a well placed rumor. And she was obviously willing to get revenge if anyone tried anything.

"As good an impression as we can." Mr. Turner joked, motioning to the seat beside Essie. "Our resident slacker won't be much help with catching up, and she's a bad influence, but she won't bother you either. Go ahead and take the seat beside her."

"Howdy." Essie greeted, lifting her hand in a lazy wave as her head stayed resting on her arm. She shifted though, opening one green and blue eye to survey the girl next to her. Strange eyes. Strange, but weirdly captivating, they'd been called before. "Name's Essie."