Seeing someone had taken the seat beside him in "his" corner of the room, being he was lonely, and people didn't quite like being around him, he flipped his paper, hoping they hadn't seen his art. For one, he might've gotten in trouble if someone noticed, then he just didn't like showing his talent to the world. Taking notes once more like a good student, he raced through the problems with a bored sigh, constantly glancing up at the clock, waiting impatiently for cla.ss to end. 

Sam realized no one had seen anything, so she brushed her embarra.ssment off, pulling out a lined paper. Being a natural born writer, or so she called herself, she began to write up a plot for a story she wanted to write in English cla.ss. The rest of this cla.ss would most likely be a study hall of some sort, but she happened to be somewhat skilled at biology, explaining her "ability" to finish before most of the others. However, she wasn't a nerd, which she guessed was a good thing.