Erato

[The rhythmic sweeping of a brush against the classroom floor could be heard, along with some grumbling --]

... mou, how could they... ditch me like this...

[-- as she swept dirt left over from the day's activities. She looks at the board -- filled with scribbles: "You can do it, Class President!" "Good luck!" "Do your best!" and a drawing of an umbrella with her name right beside a guy's that has been smudged out.

She sighs and carries on with her work, discarding her jacket and bowtie aside, and rolled her sleeves up to start working on the blackboard...]


(( OOC: Poor girl's been ditched by her classmates after a tiring "Cultural Day" :( Bother her? Keep her company ~ X3;; Have at!))