...too important...important...
"...is important! Morgan Faye Mallory, are you even listening!?"
Morgan snapped back to reality with a start. Had she drifted off again? She did that so easily, especially lately... She looked up at the teacher, a panther-woman, who wore an expression of mixed resignation and irritation. "Um, sorry," she said.
She wasn't, not really; social studies was boring. History she was kind of okay with - at least there had been some interesting stuff back then, though she liked reading about ancient cultures' myths more than their actual societies (and even then, she liked the things about weird monsters and magicians and stuff more than the stories about gods - why were so many of them jerks?) but modern society was just boring, and textbooks talking about it even more so.
Honestly, she welcomed the new Sun - it was starting to make things interesting. (Though she didn't say as much to anyone - she doubted most of them would understand.) She almost kind of wished that her own change had been more elaborate - actually, she'd changed the least of anybody she knew. The only difference between her as she had been and her as she was now was that her hair was now a rich forest green. Well, and she'd put it into twin pigtails. She was twelve, and she knew she was probably too old for pigtails, but...she liked that there were two of them. She couldn't say why, but she did. But such a simple change...she could've gone for something cool, really, she could have. She wouldn't mind if it were a bit weirder...
The teacher sighed. "Morgan, I understand that this material isn't the most exciting for a girl your age, but honestly, it is important. You're getting to the point in life where you're going to need to start paying attention to society, so that you can make informed judgements when you're old enough to have a hand in shaping it. And I certainly do expect you to be paying attention in class. Now, can we continue?"
"Yes, ma'am," Morgan muttered. She wondered what she'd been thinking about - she couldn't remember now. Sometimes her thoughts would drift for a while, and she'd come back to reality feeling that she'd been thinking about something important, but she could never quite remember what. It was easier when she wasn't in school - when the teacher couldn't drag her back to the real world - but she still couldn't manage to recall what it was she thought about.
She opened her notebook and made at least a token effort to pay attention, but she quickly found herself losing interest again. She saw the multiplication table she'd done for math (the only other class she sort of enjoyed) - she'd extended it out from the usual ten-by-ten grid to catch two hundred fifty-six. She amused herself by putting little flourishes on the powers of two; then her attention wandered further afield, and she started drawing monsters and wizards in the margins.
