Who Likes History? (Raylaigh)

[Kimmy Abernathy]

Kimmy tried to keep from slouching in her seat, dutifully shorthanding the professor's words as he spoke. Because she had come from a European school before coming to Hammel, she hadn't taken the required American History courses, so she had ended up in sophomore classes even though she was a junior. At eighteen, she was already old for a junior. It was hard not to feel horribly out-of-place in the classroom. Kimmy felt like she stood a few inches taller than everyone other student in the room, and she didn't know anybody. Not only did she stand out uncomfortably, she felt lonely.

"Alright, everyone, pair up! We're going to have a group assignment." A chorus of cheers/groans rose from the students, and the professor berated them for being loud. Kimmy sighed and looked around, panicking slightly. Did she know anyone in this class? Normally she liked working with others, but she didn't like having yet another reminder of how awkwardly she stuck out in this class. It really didn't make her feel good about her ability to make friends, which she had been insecure about ever since- It's okay, that's done now, that's past...

Ze finally gathered zir books and stood up, looking around for anyone who hadn't already found a partner.

((Sorry for any weird typos on this, I wrote it on my phone ^^))

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

Raylaigh was only half paying attention, he wrote down what was on the power point but beyond that he was daydreaming. He sat close to the window and whenever the teacher wasn’t looking, or rather when he thought they weren’t, he was looking out the window. Vermont was pretty this time of year, blanketed under a thin layer of snow. It was all to fascinating to watch the clouds move in the springtime but at the current moment nothing interesting really happened, either flat and gray or bright and blue. The borders of his notes were scribbled on with concentric circles and swirls and the occasional doodle that was actually an attempt at something and usually ended up dying a strange and painful death out of reality. He turned his attention back to the teacher and flicked his pencil between his fingers and bounced a little in his seat from excess energy. His wings rested tightly against his ankles but they too were getting a little twitchy.

He really just wanted to be outside. Honestly the fact that he had to find a job eventually that didn’t involve flying everyday was something that Ray was very upset about. Why couldn’t he be paid to fly around, that would be absolutely perfect. He supposed he could try to be a pilot but first off he didn’t have the brains and second of all, flying in a plane… it just wasn’t the same. He perked up when the teacher’s tone changed and told them to pair up. Raylaigh laughed a bit, he loved working with people. He might not get math or anything and was most definitely the last person anyone wanted to work with, but history wasn’t so bad. It was hard but not impossible. He looked around and most people had paired up. His eyes fell on the girl who sat a few desks away from him. The girl with the fabulous hair! Raylaigh stood and grabbing his books and approached. “Hi-ya!” he said, “Do you have a partner?” In Ray’s opinion everyone was a little odd, and he embraced his oddness with glee.