Rayne set off to History class with a smile. Stopping first to check out Nathan as he headed the other way.<span style="font-style: italic">Nice ass. Very nice... heh</span>She smirks and continues walking. Her head reilling in ideas for poeams. As she took a seat in class, she opened her notebook and began jotting down poems. Not love poems or anything just poems. She began reading them in her head and began to put a little toon to it. The first one was alright. Not that good for the tune she was trying to mold it with. The second one was better but not totally what she wanted. The third one though, the words fit perfectly with the tune...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Sixteen Moons, Sixteen years;<br/>Sixteen of your deepest fears.<br/>Sixteen times you dreamed my tears<br/>Falling, Falling through the years.</span></div><br/><br/>It was almost to perfect! she started writing out the earie sheet music for her violin. She wiggled happily as she could hear inside her head the song coming to life. She sighed as she suddenly remembered the "small get together" her uncle had planed to welcome them into the town.<span style="font-style: italic">Bloody hell! The party!! Damn it I almost forgot! For fuck sakes... The hell am I going to wear.</span>Inwardly, she was panicing, a nervous reck. Outwardly, she sighed and put away her notebook and pulled out her History books as the class began.