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The math equations were still making Sasha dizzy when she walked out of her first class. She nearly ran right into another student who gave her a cross look, and she apologized before shaking her head to clear it.
She looked down at her schedule and noticed that her next class was english, which perked her back up as she had loved reading when she was human. There was no way this class could be as miserable as the first one.
Sasha hummed cheerily to herself and practically skipped to her next class which, as she had thought, went by easily and enjoyably as all the literature discussed were some of her favorite books back when she was alive.

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Throughout most of Draydon's second class he just sat twirling his mechanical pencil in his fingers, letting his science partners work on the lab for the day. They just let him do as he wished, obviously too scared of him to say anything to him about his apathy.
Just like the last time he had been out in the hall, Draydon's eyes were constantly darting around searching for something until he got to his next class. He was quite disappointed when he didn't find anything different about the school so far, and when he got to his desk in his creative writing class he stuck his chin in the palm of his hand, sticking out his bottom lip in a childish pout.