<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading to the cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody specifically<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Erica's day started about an hour before school began, with her alarm clock blaring and whining for her attention while the little LED screen flickered on and off. Seeing as how this was going to have been the third time that she ignored it's plea and hit the snooze button, this time she decided to grasp hold of the higher brain functions required for her to slide her hand off to the side and press the lower button off to the right in order to permanently silence the small, wailing device... At least until tomorrow morning, anyway. A single eye opened, and the disheveled brunette eventually managed to accomplish the laborious task of pushing herself up out of her pillow, so that she was sitting up in her bed. As was to be expected, her hair was an absolute disaster zone, her eyes were lazy and unfocused, and the spaghetti string tank-top that she slept in had bunched up to expose her midriff a bit, with one string resting off to the side... This was how she woke up most mornings, it was basically a ritual at this point as she swiveled herself up and out of the bed, and made a bee-line straight to the bathroom to start cleaning herself up. Twenty minutes of showering and brushing later, and Erica finally emerged feeling a whole lot more alive and better about herself. As far as she was aware, her almost autopilot ran morning routine had gone off without a hitch once again, as she just threw on her school uniform and made her way out the door with a banana and a bottled water in hand, to eat during the relatively short train ride to school.<br/><br/>Blessedly the entire morning passed by without any real complications. As was usual she got some added attention from some of her male classmates, but PE was always after lunch, and that was when she seemed to draw the most attention. Not that it bothered her so much these days, of course. She'd gotten quite used to it, and it wasn't like any of the guys were overly pushy anyway. Either way, it was with a relaxed smile and a playful hum in her voice that she made her own way to the cafeteria, grabbing something to eat and before returning to her classroom and plopping down in her seat. Now, who else from her class was around... She was always looking for somebody to chat with during lunch, and rarely was it the same person two days in a row...<br/><br/>She looked around, often liking to weigh her options before making her approach. Now, who else would be around today?