She glanced up from her drawing with a brief glance of irritation (and envy) for the pretty and smart girl who was returning to her desk with a smug look on her face.  She glanced at the formulae on the board, no wiser as to the solution of the problem, and returned to her drawing.  Shading in details, such an important step ....<br/><br/>When the bell rang, she closed her notebook and placed both it and her pencil into an oversized black bag.  If anyone else around her wondered where she kept her books, the answer was simple.  She didn't have them.<br/><br/>She stood to leave, thinking to seek out her new Gothic friends, but glancing back at Spazz for a moment.  Hesitating.