Slightly bent foreward from carrying her heavy bag, the young freshman walks into the large, crowded class. Usually, biology was a sophmore class, leaving freshman with IPC. But not this freshman.
She sighed as she pulled her messenger bag over her head and dropped it on the ground next to a solitary desk in the back. She quickly collapsed into the desk, already exhausted.
The Human Mind
Sheesh... This place is HUGE... Soo many people. Gah... I hate sophmore classes. Look at the teacher... fuck. THIS is gunna be great.
Finally the bell rang. Her tired mind barely held the knowledge to get her bag back on her shoulder and her tired body out of the door.
((Is this open?))
Mark was slouching around school again. He had got bored and skipped Maths, simply because he could. He jogged down the stairs to have a look around school. The 15 year old was wearing a pair of jeans and a green shirt. He smiled as he saw a girl leave a science room, shortly after the bell had gone. "You look tired?" he said.