The doodle in her notebook was made of intricate swirls and spirals this time. It covered the corners of the page she had been writing notes on, and wound their way down the page in a soft border. Zakura smiled to herself at the image, before quickly glancing up at the screen. She jotted down a few more notes, to reassure the professor that she was, in fact, paying attention to the lesson. As the class ended, Zakura sighed and closed her notebook gently. As other students started to file out of the classroom, Zakura took her time. She stood from her chair, pulling her leather bag over her shoulder as she tucked her books away.<br/><br/>Her hands brushed against her phone and she grabbed it gently, hearing it beep softly as it turned on. Shuffling her books around, Zakura found her gloves and quickly yanked them over her wrists as she walked from the class. Checking her phone curiously, which now had a full battery life as apposed to being completely dead a second ago, Zakura wasn't surprised to see no messages. Shrugging to herself, Zakura brushed a strand of hair from her face. The french braid she had worked it into this morning wasn't holding. Her hair was too thin for all that it was wavy.<br/><br/>As she walked through the hallways of Zassou Academy, she undid the tie at the bottom of her braid and slowly unwound her hair. The dark red strands fell back to her shoulders and in loose waves due to being up in a braid all day long. Over-hearing part of a conversation as she continued to walk, Zakura was reminded of the sports festival. Sometimes, being sucked into her books wasn't the best thing for her. She lost touch with the world. Wasn't she supposed to help with some booth for that? Honestly, she couldn't remember.<br/><br/>Leaving the school entirely, Zakura took a deep breath in small relief. It wasn't that she hated school or anything, just sometimes being outside was peaceful and refreshing. Maybe she'd sit outside later to read or something.