After a drink at the water fountain, Pen returned to her seat, rubbing her forehead. Her head was pounding as if the devil himself was knocking to see who was home. No one, apparently, for when Pen opened her textbook to try and at least seem like she was doing algebra, she found herself unable to focus. She gazed vacantly at an equation for at least a full minute, before slamming it shut again.
Mr Stanton - her stoic math teacher - strode in the room. He usually liked to see people working when he worked in the classroom, so most other students had the books open and their noses stuck in them - even if they were concealing cell phones. He frowned at Pen when he saw that she wasn't even attempting to look as though she was interested in the subject.
"Penelope Galloway? Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"
God. Why did teachers always have to refer to you by your full name?
Scowling, she flipped her textbook open once again, feeling a little dizzy. Her vision kept swimming and she struggled to even keep a grip on her pen. Man; if this was food poisoning, she had it bad. She started considering the advantages and disadvantages of going to the unsympathetic school nurse, who would probably just throw her a cold compress and start raving about how in her day kids could stand a little pain. Not the most desirable option.
Brave Dave - Pen recognised him from the field trip, surprised she remembered him - sauntered in late and though Mr Stanton paused pointedly, shooting Dave a sharp glance, he continued with his droning about how we all needed to show numbers a little more commitment. Pen supressed a snort.
She suddenly noticed Dave trying to get her attention, from where he sat. She narrowed her eyes - they never normally interacted at school. What on earth could he want? When Mr Stanton bent his head back down to his marking, she twisted in her chair, confused.
"What do you want?" she hissed, snapping a little more than she intended, her patience drained due to her pounding head and twisting stomach - she hoped she wouldn't throw up.
Dr Good was puzzled.
Enterprise Labs had seemed as baffled as him at the break in...then again, they weren't ever going to tell the truth, were they?
Hopefully Pilot - as always - would yield results.