Who: Izzy and open =] What: Studying late night When: Sunday late night Where: Library
Izzy sat in a secluded table in the back, her hand in her tangled long black hair and the other one tapping her pencil on the table. Her face glowed faintly from the light on her lap top. Her pencil went to her lips and she absent-mindedly started to chew on it. She missed half of Biology class so she started to read some of the things she missed. Which was fairly a lot. But with her ability, it didn’t really matter to her. But she also had to write a last minute paper. Her fingers went to her key board and typed swiftly on it, finishing her conclusion paragraph. When it came to academics, things were easy for her. She never had to study (but she still did), and she never had to take notes. If she just sat back and listened to the teacher, she'd remember every single word she had said.
Her teacher tried enhancing her ability today. And by that, she meant reading one paragraph, and then reciting it perfectly exactly right after she finished. It was pretty hard because Izzy usually needed things to sink in before she can remember everything. She started practicing in library, reading useless information, but it wasn't working for her. Groaning out of frustration, she banged her head against her key board.