Luna sat in the centre of the class, by the window, sniffing the air around her carefully and quietly. She sighed as the lesson began, already knowing most of the points from her years of travelling. She threw a note backwards towards the guy sat at the back of the room in the shape of a paper airplane... in the form of a... telegram?<br/><br/>'Hey you got any cigarettes stop left mine at home stop I'll pay you back tomorrow stop or after school or whatever stop I'm bloody dying stop'<br/><br/>She winced as soon as it left her hands, scowling at her further use of archaic terminology, her face flushing as she bowed her head.