I guess my annoyance with this girl is 100% jealousy-based, but if I had a cute little baby marmoset named Louie in my coat at my high school, I would not complain at all.
Actually, looking around that classroom, I think maybe Louie is not this girl’s marmoset, and that this girl sneaks into school after hours to play with him against the rules. And what kind of school is that, anyway? Monkey, cage, and map school. I want to go to there. (Thanks for the tip, Brad!)