Gert stared, mouth slightly agape, at the suggestion that she ought to be in class. "Ugh," she groaned. "Not you, too. The world conspires against me." Melodramatic as the statement might have been, the teenager did not compliment it with theatrical gestures. A hand went to her hip, while the other dangled loose at her side. "That's the problem - class. No matter which way I turn, the school's right around the corner."