Ew, class. Class was something that Pippa cared for but didn't care for. She knew that she had to go to make something out of herself and what she called her life, but why the hell does she have to go to school now? Why couldn't you live your fast paced life as a teenager than once you are considered over the hill then go to school. It's not like people over 40 have something else to do with their life. At this thought Pippa smiled. She didn't like going to school. IT was boring
and she couldn't still still during the middle of the day. That is why she wasn't in class. She was instead wondering the halls.

A much better way to spending your time if you asked Pippa. Slowly taking her time as she walked through the halls Pippa huffed to herself. What was there to do? She couldn't be the only student wondering the halls during class. That would just be unusual and crazy. There were at least three other people that she knew walking around to keep her company.

It was like something that the girl looked forward to, sad but true. Running her fingers through her hair Pippa chiewed at her bottom lip letting her fingers run along side the wall going over all of the bumps and papers tapped up on the wall by students or staff. What a boring day Pippa was actually considering going back to class, to learn.

((gaah it's so hard to concentrate right now it's not funny. I'm sorry It's kind of short but at least I tried and we have something started lo))