Elle was sitting at her desk, when she heard the Norwegian man begin to speak. When she had entered the class room, she didn't say anything to anyone. She was more focused on finding a seat than anything else. Which is kinda sad, she thought to herself.

She had read quite a bit of the book, but didn't want to raise her hand for fear of getting the answer wrong. So she looked around the class now, trying to find a familiar face, that way next time she could sit next to them. She saw Zara, but she was with a few other friends. Oh, well Elle thought. We're homework buddies, so we'll have plenty of time to talk about class.