Post by Fay Swane on Sept 19, 2008 19:27:17 GMT -5
Fay yawned as she stepped in the History of Magic class. She could do something much more interesting than listening to that boring ghost. She looked around the class and noticed that she was the first one there; good she could have a nice spot in the back. She went over to the closest desk to the door and plopped down the chair before placing her things on her desk.
She paused looking around the teacher wasn’t there an other yawn escaped her lips and she laid her head on her arms which were resting on the desk then closed her eyes. Dreamland, here I come… thought Fay before she smirked as her eyes immediately shot closed. Yep, after a nice little nap out there, she would be sure she’d find muse for any new rock song she could practice with her electric guitar at the ROR.
That sounded like to be a plan, her plan. Her desk didn’t happen to be one of the most comfortable places of the world. In fact, there was a spot near the black lake that was much more comfortable and it was her spot…. No one dared to approach her anyways due to her look. Psh, she wasn’t scary at all. She just dressed differently. Only a few dared to come and talk to her but most of the time she was the one who approached people. She didn’t mind it much. She heard someone entering in the class but she didn’t bother to look up to see who it was. Besides, no one should disturb that process of creativity of hers, or they’ll have to deal with…her.
She paused looking around the teacher wasn’t there an other yawn escaped her lips and she laid her head on her arms which were resting on the desk then closed her eyes. Dreamland, here I come… thought Fay before she smirked as her eyes immediately shot closed. Yep, after a nice little nap out there, she would be sure she’d find muse for any new rock song she could practice with her electric guitar at the ROR.
That sounded like to be a plan, her plan. Her desk didn’t happen to be one of the most comfortable places of the world. In fact, there was a spot near the black lake that was much more comfortable and it was her spot…. No one dared to approach her anyways due to her look. Psh, she wasn’t scary at all. She just dressed differently. Only a few dared to come and talk to her but most of the time she was the one who approached people. She didn’t mind it much. She heard someone entering in the class but she didn’t bother to look up to see who it was. Besides, no one should disturb that process of creativity of hers, or they’ll have to deal with…her.