Rena was so out of it and distracted by her poor sense of conversation skills with her tablet. That she hadnâ€™t noticed when the rest of the class just dispersed into thin air. Or rather exited from the classroom. The teacher hadnâ€™t even noticed her but then again what was there to notice about a petite, brown haired, blue-eye girl. She hardly did anything to even gather attention to herself on purpose. Friends? She barely knew all her classmates namesâ€¦well she knew the namesâ€¦but sometimes she thought she mixed them up somehow. Oh well- She shrugged, and slid the chair out from under her-placing the tablet on the table for a second as she gently placed the chair back in almost perfect faction- Being a perfectionist was beyond her â€¦but every once in a while a weird tendency crepes out of her.<br/><br/>Her hands reached for the tablet and she exited the class room unnoticed from the teacher as usual. Then headed for the common room where her odd conversations with herself on her tablet would occur. That was her social lifeâ€¦or what she called a social life. Her feet echoed down the empty hallway. It didnâ€™t take a rocket scientist to note that the hallway was empty because class ended 10 minutes ago. She heaved a sigh, and entered slowly into the common room. Where disheveled tables, couches, and whatever else have you was thrown about the place.<br/><br/>Without a care about the social life that was going on before her eyes between Tamara, Kate, and Angeline she walked straight for the back of the room to sit with her tablet and enjoy the silent mind gabbing game that she did on her tablet. Companyâ€¦..the only company she figured she needed was her tablet. She could stare hopelessly, and hope to see the outside world but truth was that she would be as dead as the rest of them. Sent to die just like every other white dressed student that disappeared before. Where did they go? Nowhere. So why should she cater up friendships when in the end they would all die. Burning and wallowing in their own sorrows.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hello self.</span>The words scrapped on her tablet and she almost laughed. Her sapphire eyes concentrated on her tablet drowning out all sounds. Long brown hair cascaded to cover her shoulder and back. Itâ€™s softness comforting and self assured to her. Simply because it helped hide her from the world. She never once looked up from the tablet and continued her dull conversation with herself and humming to herself a small tune. Being unknown was far better than being noticeable.