Janie hated lunch. The librarian told her she was no longer allowed to spend her lunch in there, so she was in the court yard, sitting at a picnic table and scribbling equations on a paper.
The kids were annoying her to no end. They were talking and goofing off and being loud- what happened to good behavior? When someone dressed in a tiny outfit(Not that she should talk- she was dressed in little shorts and a tiny shirt) dropped a flier in front of her, she glared up at the teenager before glancing at the neon sheet of paper.
Equations would fit on the back of it easily. Janie muttered something about breezes, then went back to writing.