Highschool Of The Dead IC
Christina's chocolate brown eyes stared boredly around the classroom. Her boring history teacher Mr. Clark's voice was really working her last nerves. She stared down at her notebook where she was working on a song for her band. You shout out loud, but I can't hear a word you say. So far she has that. She stared at the clock tapping her foot on the floor. God, please let this class be over. Anything can happen, I'm begging you here.