Angela sighed as the class began to fill up with Ferals, well not really fill up but to her it seemed like there were more of them then there needed to be. Pulling out her pad she turned on the audio recorder so that what Miss. Wolfcub said was recorded for her to go over later. Sighing she pulled up a personal project she was working on, trying to track down more information on her accident. Learn more about her parents and what exactly happened that day. It was hidden and buried beneath tons of reports and statements that once Angela weeded through most of them they were useless and seemed to only be there to assuage the simpletons who looked up the bombing of that factory.<br/><br/>Still it did not add up to Angela, 2+3 did not equal 4 and she was determined to find the truth. Class droned on like usual with most of them not paying attention, it was first period after all. Most of them were still very much half asleep still or honestly did not care whether they passed or failed the class. Nothing but a bunch of waste of space to her, both humans and ferals. Still she was going to just tune them all out like she usually did, except that today, today was truly becoming a pain in her ass. The new animal Donta was clacking away at the keyboard like some rabid animal making it impossible for her to focus.<br/><br/>Grumbling she shut off her pad and sat there with her arms crossed glaring ahead, at the clock on the wall waiting for the bell to ring. Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore and she was going to breaking his fingers the bell chimed.<br/><br/>â€œThank God!â€ she said aloud not even trying to hide her anger at the situation. Packing what little she had out, which was just her datapad and her external drive. She watched as Miss. Wolfcub made her way over to her and Donta's area. From the look on her face she did not think he was in too much trouble, â€œNot surprisingâ€ she muttered as she hefted her small backpack and headed out the class. She had fifteen minutes to kill before she had to return for her next class. Enough time to grab some breakfast from a vending machine and work on some extra credit assignments. Then she would head back to class and see about maybe getting her seat changed.<br/><br/>She doubted that she would get that, since every damn teacher knew of her history and at the advisement of the counselor they often sat her next to or amongst ferals. You know to try and get her to stop being hateful by exposing her to the 'good' ferals. It was utter BS but there was little that she could do other then deal with it. Still was going to try and get her seat changed anyway, never hurt to try right?