Lonna studied her reflection. "Do you really think so?" She asked. She reached into the bag and pulled out a brush and started fixing her hair.
"Don't let it get to your head, Lonna," Lauren chuckled. "Now, if we can't change, we both have classes to get to."
Lonna nodded and headed out, distractedly, not even paying attention to where she was going. She slipped into a desk in her next class.
"How nice of you to join us, Lonna," Mark Winters, a math teacher said.
She frowned. What was she doing here? Her classroom was on the other side of the building from his. "I'm sorry, Mr Winters...I don't know how..."
He sighed the sigh of a long suffering educator. "We'll discuss it after class, Lonna." He launched into the lesson, leaving her utterly confused. Was she supposed to leave? Did he expect her to stay?
