Taya groaned. "I love this class," she muttered, "not."
She followed Paige reluctantly. Unlike her friend, she didn't sleep or rest easily, and was nearly always alert and suspicious.
Sighing, she entered the classroom. Eyeing her classmates suspiciously, she took a seat at the back of the room, very close to two large, open windows. The heavy smell of musk wafted toward her nose, and she frowned, baring her teeth. Clenching her hands, she struggled to stay in control.
Man I hate this class! she thought to herself angrily, glancing at Kasey and Paige.
"Do you guys hate this class too?" she growled to them, shifting restlessly on the lumpy mats. Maybe if Kasey or Paige wanted to leave...Nah, she thought, instantly dissmissing the idea. Then the hippies would just make her repeat this class in her spare time.
What a joke she sighed in her mind, leaning against the wall. She kept one hand on the window ledge, just in case.