Calculus was dull as dust, a bunch of umfamiliar faces glanced at her trying to get her attention. Sheila didn't give them the time of day. Each one, she tought, are all fake they have no brain.<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Sitting back in her desk the vampire played with her nails and waited for class to be over. She took a bglance at her schedule, Sociology, she hopped she shared it with people that she knew.