Piper sat in her seat, her eyebrows darting up a little as she watched her peers tearing pages out of the book; She was not going to do it though, something felt wrong about ripping a book. "Isn't that a little cliche?" She asked and when she did the room got suddenly quiet causing her to shrink down a little in her seat, "Kinda like burning bras in the 60s? Sure it looks and sounds cool, but really what's the point? I'm perfectly happy thumbing through the pages to the end of the book so if you don't mind..." She shifted to chapter three and waited for the class to settle down again. They went back to ripping their pages around her.