Maybe it was the change in weather from summer to fall. Who knew? But whatever it was had caused Isla to actually be up and at 'em this morning. She actually made her way into class with a little pep in her step. "Morning, Professor!" she said, passing by the desk and sparing the woman a split-second glance. Isla wouldn't have noticed the lack of lipstick even if she had gotten a better look at Recard. So it was on to her seat she went.

She got good and settled and thought to herself that she hoped today's lesson wouldn't be a long one. Maybe it was the fact that she was nearly thirteen and thought she was a big, bad teenager, but classes just weren't her thing this school year.