With her head resting on one fist, Reem's eyes remained locked at the smart phone's screen in her hand. She didn't have access to many websites; which was disappointing but then again, she knew how to entertain herself. When her phone's clock suggested that it was time for class, she raised her sight to the board and then an eyebrow when she failed to spot an instructor. That wasn't usual. Their instructors were scientists, and worked for the government. This wasn't a normal school where people can slack off, to get a job here one needs to be fully diligent and loyal. Having a teacher late, even for a few seconds, was something new to her.<br/><br/>Reem sighed when a man came into view and introduced himself as the class T.A. This was the closest she had been to a cancelled class ever since she got thrown in this prison of a school.<i>"Oh well"</i>Reem sighed as she rolled her eyes and pulled out her notebook. She wasn't going to take notes, it was just for cover so that she can continue playing with her phone. Who cared about their degree? It's not as if she will benefit from whatever they teach in this school. Her eyes roamed the class, many poor souls listened to James introduce himself and talk about the class in utmost attention. She knew better.<br/><br/>Looking back at her phone, she bit her bottom lip and rubbed her chin as she contemplated at the list of games she had installed on her phone. After staring for a few seconds, her fingertip reached for the left side of the screen and tapped the 'Poker' application's icon. Starting up a new game, she stared closely as she awaited her cards to be dealt. Anyone looked at her eyes from a far can tell that her hand was as bad as it can be, she folded and awaited the CPU to process the other player's moves. There was no real money involved in these games. However, money held no value to her and most of the students because she didn't have to worry about buying anything. Everything is handed to her by the government in exchange for her freedom, suppressing her power, and running tests on her like a lab animal. On the list of students hating that, Reem's name was the first.<br/><br/>Very few teachers would notice her playing with her phone in class. Most of those who spot her turn a blind eye because they do want her to fail and not graduate. She didn't know which type James is, but she took the gamble.