14th of September
Giselle stifled a yawn behind her palm and sketched the new graph professor Barclay drew in rough, haphazard lines. She sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs of Seminar Room C –although all chairs are uncomfortable once you've sat in them too long– and regarded the whiteboard in front of her with dwindling interest.
In her defence, she had been very alert at the beginning of the lecture but as the afternoon rolled by, she felt the interest leave her body. Curious as to what her classmates were doing, she turned slightly in her seat and looked left and right.
To her left, three seats away was Brent, fiddling with his pen. A diligent student, he had already drawn the graph while she was yawning. Good for him.
On her right, the very next seat to hers was Jaden. Even m
