(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: well at the back<br/>Tagging: open mostly<br/><br/>Molly had finished the class and was as always carrying her black plastic bin bag which now also contained some food. As it was that lesson had been more than a little stressful and she was still shaking slightly from it. The girl was mortified too that she had made such a fool of herself in front of everyone, especially that nice boy Robert.  By now she was sure that he would be busy and have forgotten who she was; it happened like that a lot. Most of the time it was a good thing, just to slip through the cracks….<br/><br/>The girl shuffled into the cafeteria after her lesson, her head was down, she clung to the shadows or was it that the shadows clung to her. All of the beautiful popular people just made her feel more nervous. Still clutching her black bin liner tightly like it contained some treasure Molly sat down. The truth was it was a treasure for in her mind it contained her life at least in her mind and there was precious little to show for it save the fact she had survived.<br/><br/>Thus she sat in a corner, watching those that were about her, they did make her uncomfortable but for the most she assumed that she would be ignored. Which in itself was a good thing? Perhaps they would forget what an idiot she had been in class. So Molly took out her pen and her paper and mad some notes from the class, and went through the ones that she had managed to take. Having something like a laptop was really beyond her means well beyond them. Quietly the girl hoped that Robert would take her for dinner, even if it was him playing a joke on her.<br/>