Well, this class should be interesting if nothing else. Mina brushed a stray strand of dark hair from her equally dark eyes as she entered the classroom, scanning it quickly. Wait - she was imagining that, right? No desks?
Doing as the teacher up front instructed, she slipped her bag off her shoulder, dropping it at the side of the room before glancing around her again.
__________________ It's my song, when I'm reaching for the sky
It's my song, I'll keep walking 'til I fly
Even though this is an endless world, why is it too small for my hands?
On top of this annoying world I want to laugh |