Your walk was luckily undisturbed, letting you shake off the last of your tiredness and clearly seeing the person waiting for you at the gate... one of the few friends you had in the school, Ivy.
It was kinda weird that she was your friend to be honest and you figured it was just because of your condition. Ivy was the head of the science club and probably the smartest person in the school. As such she was fascinated with your condition, becoming your friend and conducting test after test on you, most of which were voluntary. Only a few were done under heavy protesting and usually took days or weeks to complete... like the one time she cut you in half and stuffed you into her sneakers for a month, just to see how that would affect you.
You looked her other, mainly to check if she was carrying sedative, seeing her comically huge labcoat, her white shirt and her jeans behind it, her feet in those dreaded sneakers. She had brown hair that went to her shoulders and had a smile that could kill... literally, as she almost swallowed you during a test because she smiled, once.
"Hello, Sam!", she greeted you, her voice sweet as honey, a telltale sign that she had been waiting just for you. Mentally preparing for whatever test she had in store for you, you replied with a simple "Hi", hoping to shut her down right there. You didn't.
"So, Sam! I'm sure you won't mind helping me with a little experiment, being early and all, right~?", she asked, knowing you couldn't really say no, anyways... nobody ever could Ivy just seemed to have that kind of aura... and even if you did, you couldn't stop her. "Uhh, sure? What kind?" you asked sheepishly, hoping it'd be just some simple thing like holding something for her. "Well, I wanted..."