<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mist<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Third Floor, Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>school uniform<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 4 (History)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3, 2012.  9:55 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-entering the class, taking a seat at the front of the class hoping to see Emily-      Jimmy and  Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn entered the classroom a quiet as a mouse. She had been uncharacteristically quiet borderlining on the shy side all morning, though happy to converse with her fellow schoolmates whenever the opportunity presented itself. Yawning, she entered the classroom and took her seat at the front of the classroom. She wouldn’t dare nod off if she was sitting that close to the teacher! The restless sleep and early morning swim was starting to take its effect upon her, making Janie long for a few minutes of sleep. Glancing at her watch she wondered if she would be better off skipping lunch in favor of a few minutes rest. Exhaustion would soon become her friend, at least until she was able to adjust to the change in her day to day life. <br/><br/>Taking a few moments to pull out her tablet, Janie prepared herself for class, much like she would have done back home in Cottonwood Falls, Kansas. Another wave of homesickness struck, making her wonder if she would ever feel happy again. It wasn’t like Janie to feel so glum, she didn’t like it at all! What she needed was a friendly face. Shifting in her chair she turned towards the classroom door and hoped to see the lovely Emily whom Janie, along with Douglas had arrived at the school with the night before. <br/><br/>Janie offered a friendly smile to those students she made eye contact with before shifting her attention to that of her tablet once more. Quick movements had her opening her emails, smiling as she watched the inbox number light up. She had several emails from family and friends, all checking in to be sure she was alright. Her parents knew where she was, of course, but her friends had been told that she had been given a scholarship for a school that would also offer Janie special classes in music, namely the piano. It might not have been the most exciting excuse for her sudden absence, but it was easy to remember and most importantly believable.<br/><br/>"Oh boy, can't wait till we get to Sun Tzu's Art of War."<br/><br/>Feeling a tad bit guilty over ignoring the preparations for the class in favor of reading her personal mail, Janie-Lynn closed off her emails. There had been a particularly embarrassing picture on the screen that a friend had thought best to share with her, depicting the two girls (Janie and her friend)  covered in water, having had been thrown into the lake during a camping trip.  She fumbled a bit on the tablet, attempting to get the program up that showed the courses and what they covered. <strong>"Is that being covered? I can't seem to find... I think this thing is broken."</strong> It was typical of Janie, she and technology didn't always get along. <br/><br/></div>