Her feet were killing her. All day she was walking around this place from class to class. She looked to the comfy chair and hoped it was empty. It was and she made her way to the chair and plopped down in it. Hoping no one would want the chair. She looked around, smiled at a few classmates and then looked back to her bag. Maybe she would do some painting or drawing. Pulling out her pad and pencils she began to draw a student that was sitting in a corner alone. She kept looking up to the girl and then back to the pad.