Elizabeth filed out of the room behind Kaitlyn, sighing quietly. Trying to get a rise out of thier instructor was a stupid idea- they all know he couldn't feel anything. She had wanted to join them- that hollow feeling she had been getting in her gut whenever she saw the man and urged her to do it...but she would just get in trouble. Or rather...it would probably give them something else to study. The generally quiet, studious Liz yelling like Tamara...Oh yeah, they'd love that.<br/><br/>Well, maybe not love, but...whatever the hell they did. They'd be interested. Very interested. She had loved the classes at first, loved the challenged, but she had never gotten what she wanted. She wanted a smile, something, anything! Some sign that she was doing the right thing by working so hard...But no. There was no way she was getting something like that from Them.<br/>Elizabeth sighed again as she saw Angeline and Sirra talking closely. She shouldn't talk to them. She wanted a hug, wanted comfort, but should she really get involved with those two? Or Kaitlyn?<br/><br/>She sat down by herself on one of the bean bags and looked at the notes she had taken during class, trying to figure out the answer she hadn't been able to during class thanks to all the commotion. She stared at the numbers, trying to follow where they led- to the answer. She got about half way and then...She got lost. They all started bouncing around inside her skull. Liz scowled at her tablet, frustration building. Why couldn't she do this!? She dropped the tablet at her feet and kicked it, feeling the urge to move or break something. Forget the fomulas! How could something like that be so important anyway?! She flopped back into the beanbag, for once not caring if the instructor noticed she didn't have her tablet. She wasn't going to bring it to her lessons tomorrow.