Cinder stayed in her seat, watching the girl who had stood up. She seemed pretty pissed. Cinder glanced at the little, black FitBit on her wrist with the same anger for a second. She glanced back up and looked at Joby, her pencil back in her mouth. As she chewed on the pencil absentmindedly, she missed the pencil and bit her tongue. She swore in her mind and flinched. She schooled her features quickly into her usual shy and nervous look as she tasted a small tinge of iron. She realized her tongue was bleeding. It wasn't too bad though, so she kept this to herself.