Bree straigtened her dark purple sweatshirt and walked into the classroom, checking her watch as she went. Good, she wasn't late. Er... not that she cared. Well, she did, but... ehm hem.
She set down her black back pack next to a desk and swung into a seat, tucking her hair behind her ears. She was the second one there for class. A student a little younger than her and a teacher were the only ones in the classroom.
Brianna glanced up, gave a smile that had no feeling into it, and scratched the back of her neck. Her hair was tickling it...
((Ooc: I listened to the song in your sig, Ian. ;) It's very... interesting? Lol.))