Post by Philomena Snow on Nov 27, 2013 18:56:51 GMT -5
As the bell rang, Mina packed up her belongings into her practically empty cloth backpack, only containing her phone, her books and her pencilcase. It wasn't like she needed anything else anyway. She flowed with the crowd to the next lesson of her's, which was Chemistry apparently. She walked with a blank expression covering her fact and a strong step in her walk. No-one got too close to her, she looked like a ticking time bomb.
A few minutes passed, and she reached the door of the classroom, where some of her classmates were lined up outside. She sighed grumpily and stood behind the last, who was chatting happily and loudly with her best friend, laughing about some stupid situation she'd gotten herself into, and 'Oh my, I was in such a pickle! It was the darndest thing, would you believe?' and so on. Mina scowled; she felt like the girl was lowering her IQ by the second. She sent a foul expression her way, and the girl gasped in anger, it seemed. The sight didn't make her smile, but it brightened her up a little. Some people.
The queue grew longer and longer. This morning was not going her way at all, and she was not pleased. Why were teachers late to lessons? They earn money by telling other people about stuff or how to do stuff. Surely, they'd want to be teaching as much as possible, so they earn as much money as possible.
With the increase in beings, there came an increase in noise pollution, and the occasional sound of a camera shutter from two idiots in the middle who thought that taking selfies in front of a science lab made them seem.more intelligent, but that obviously wasn't the case. No amount of memory space could replace the brains that they had seemed to have lost.
She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She was already in a bad mood. Hopefully, no-one would decide to approach her. She just couldn't be bothered to deal with anyone at all.
(Outfit)
A few minutes passed, and she reached the door of the classroom, where some of her classmates were lined up outside. She sighed grumpily and stood behind the last, who was chatting happily and loudly with her best friend, laughing about some stupid situation she'd gotten herself into, and 'Oh my, I was in such a pickle! It was the darndest thing, would you believe?' and so on. Mina scowled; she felt like the girl was lowering her IQ by the second. She sent a foul expression her way, and the girl gasped in anger, it seemed. The sight didn't make her smile, but it brightened her up a little. Some people.
The queue grew longer and longer. This morning was not going her way at all, and she was not pleased. Why were teachers late to lessons? They earn money by telling other people about stuff or how to do stuff. Surely, they'd want to be teaching as much as possible, so they earn as much money as possible.
With the increase in beings, there came an increase in noise pollution, and the occasional sound of a camera shutter from two idiots in the middle who thought that taking selfies in front of a science lab made them seem.more intelligent, but that obviously wasn't the case. No amount of memory space could replace the brains that they had seemed to have lost.
She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She was already in a bad mood. Hopefully, no-one would decide to approach her. She just couldn't be bothered to deal with anyone at all.
(Outfit)