La Foule {Belgium/Open}

[Isabella Hernández]

Isabella fiddled with her skirt as she entered the classroom, eyes downcast at the floor. It was last period; and by far the worst class of the day. English. The whole language made her cringe, and there was nothing worse than walking into a class that she knew nothing about. She had learned a few words, of course- but not enough to barely scrape by.

Sitting down in the back of the classroom, she set her purse on the floor, taking out a notebook and pen for the period. She checked her phone- five minutes were left of passing. Isabella ran a hand through her brunette bangs, intending to use the entirety of her five minutes left of freedom before either falling asleep in class or doodling all period. No one understood just how much she loathed that class.

Expecting to be the only one in the back of the classroom, she slumped down in her chair, shutting her emerald eyes. She had decided that it was a sleeping day. Her mind began to wander back to her bed, in the luxurious dorm room she shared with complete strangers. She wanted to crawl back into bed and stare at her pet turtle that resided on her bedstand until she fell asleep again. Yeah, that sounded nice.

[Belle Goossens]

--- Belle wasn't always grammatically correct, but there was a point when you could speak a language and that was all she needed. Easily getting her points across, she felt no need to read classical novels or listen how to write term papers. Most of the time, she lacked a free period to even work on homework. Her shoes clicking on the polished floor, she stepped into the classroom, pressing the front of her blouse down as her books nestled in the crook of her other arm. Usually she came early to help make sure it was all tidy and the teachers had been serviced already with all they needed, but the professor was gone, most likely to enter closer to the bell.

Setting down her books in her assigned seat to the far back corner (the richer often to the front), Belle noticed the Spanish female already in the room beside her. Sucking her breath through her teeth, the blond put on a smile, folding her arms behind her back as she walked one foot ahead of the other.

"Do you need anything, miss?" she asked cutely, falling perfectly into her motherly roll. The other girl looked stressed anyways, it was common courtesy to ask.