Alright, Algebra class. Simple enough to understand. Aiki never understood why all her classmates at her old school had so much trouble with it. It was just equations with letters that represented numbers that you had to find. All the other classes on her schedule however, sounded much more interesting. Well, other than English, but still. These kinds of thoughts swarmed the young teenage shifter's mind as she rushed to first hour.<br/><br/>Turning the last corner, it was a little too crowded to immediately identify which class was hers. She backed up to a relatively empty spot against the wall, and unfolded her schedule out of her backpack's bottle pocket to check for the room number. As it turned out, she was standing right next to it. "<span style="font-style: italic">Oh,</span>" Aiki said under her breath as she turned around and entered, folding her schedule up and putting it back into her pocket.<br/><br/>The Algebra room was quite simple. Two rows of desks, four tables, a teacher's desk, and some little helpful posters here and there. There was also a Smartboard type thing and two whiteboards. No windows, though. Aiki approached the teacher for the second time that day. She was dressed up somewhat fancy, but was actually quite friendly. Probably not so much when students were being annoying, though. "Do we have assigned seats? I forgot to ask earlier," Aiki asked. "No, not for the first day. Maybe later, if necessary," the teacher replied. "Alright then," said Aiki as she began to look for a seat. She was only the third one there, so there were plenty of options. A desk in a front corner of the room appealed to her, so she hung her backpack on the back of it and sat down.