Kisana found that the auditorium was begging to become very boring. So she began to make her way out of the large room, and through the halls. to her first period class. Which was History. Of course it was a history class that had a general amount of people from different grades. Only because the school functioned off of knowledge more than grade level.<br/>When she found her way down the endless hallway. That like usual took forever, and was cluttered with lockers for students to store books, and other such things. She was glad that she was going to be getting her licensee soon.  At least then she could find other places to go and hang out than at school, or near  her dorm. But none the less she really had to focus on her  history room number. It was a floor above the one she was on, And that meant she would get to class fifteen minutes before the bell.<br/>When at last she made it to the room, she was surprised to see that the teacher hadnâ€™t locked the door. And she opened the door, and stepped into the classroom scared of being yelled at. But at the same time not minding being rebellious.