[color=a187be][b]Margaret Flinkstein[/b][/color]

Meg was barely paying attention to the teacher. She heard rules, then she drifted off to a small kind of dazed sleep. Of course she was tired; she had to come a long way from Yesda’s house to here. She needed and loved sleep, and no teacher was going to stop her now. No teacher had ever stopped her before, either.

As the Professor exited the classroom, she opened an eye to look around at her surroundings. An obviously embarrassed boy talking to Tori, one of her roommates. A guy getting super pissed about a bat the teacher took away. Mine wasn't doing much; just the same as Meg was doing herself.

[color=a187be][i]‘Whatever,’[/i][/color] she thought roughly, standing up from her desk with a stretch. [color=a187be][i]‘Yesda said I should at least make some friends.’[/i][/color] She scanned the classroom, boredly looking for someone to talk to.

After a minute or so, she sat back down with a faint frown. Oh, come on. Who would want to talk to her, anyway? Everyone seemed preoccupied with themselves or making other friends, and Meg hated barging in on conversations. Pulling out a small robot-in-progress, she tediously began to work on it, staring intensely at the object of her interest.