Who: Cassandra and Irene What: Some gossip? When: After class Where: Random class they have together? Rating: TBD
Irene sat in class, paying completely no attention to the lecture the students were receiving. Having a tendency to disregard the lessons caused Irene to become at least one step behind from everyone else. It wasn’t like she was stupid or anything; it was just because she was always too engaged into her odd daydreams, and only God knows what’s running through that girl’s mind. Her hands overlapped over each other, and Irene went to rest her chin atop the pile, arbitrary thoughts running in and out of her head. If it wasn’t for the fact that this class wasn’t completely boring, Irene might actually pay attention.
For the majority of the time, she stared at a brunette curl that intersected between her eyes, crossing them and occasionally blowing at the strand of hair, only to find it tumbling back down over her nose. What was she thinking about? The weather, lady bugs, how the girl in front of her had a piece of parchment taped to her back saying something she couldn’t really decipher because she was lacking her glasses. Another reason why she didn’t exactly pay attention --- she couldn’t see a damn thing!
Her fingers drummed idly on the surface of the table, gnawing on her inner cheek. Now she was thinking about how the stain on the wall had the appearance of the profile of an angry old man. So fixated on the redundant objects around her, Irene failed to notice that class had ended. She continued to sit on the desk, softly humming some random song stuck in her head, ceasing to realize that the majority of the students have left the classroom. Even at that moment, she was not able to snap out of the reverie she was enveloped in.