Kisana was brought back from her day dream after the principal walked off the stage. Of course no one could find her because she hid herself far away from<span style="font-style: italic">him.</span>Being a third year or as they would call it an 11 grader made these speeches less, and less interesting every year. Even if there are rumors spreading of  disappearances of students.<br/>She stood herself up and leaned against the wall. There was no rush to leave. The new years would be confused and hold up everyone for leaving. And of course Kisana had absolutely no issue with staying behind and being late to her next class. Her sky blue eyes darting across the  auditorium. Watching the hords of students moving as one.<br/>She ran a hand through her soft light brown hair. Nothing really mattered for her at the moment. Her ex basically left her due to â€¦well whomever could do it better than her. Or  " was better looking" whichever it was she really didnâ€™t care. And he probably wasnâ€™t even thinking about her. She shrugged.<span style="font-style: italic">What does it matter to me? Why do I even care?"  <br/></span>The last few stragglers left the auditorium. And she was left with the few students that were either to lazy to leave or busy discussing stuff with the teachers.<br/>While she couldnâ€™t even motivate herself to either return to her dorm or even find her friends. Her white wings fluttered a little bit. It wasnâ€™t her fault that the lab had figured out to make the wings work. Which of course she has yet to get use too after 4 years.