Kari was staring forward at the board as the annoying teacher started to write things. Glancing around her, she didn't seem to recognize anyone from her new dorm in her class and shrugged a bit. She was rather used to being alone and having to rely on herself to survive, so why would she need others around. . . Right? As she wrote notes boredly, she was staring out a window as her hand transcribed the information then suddenly felt the lead break on the tip.<br/><br/>Blinking a bit surprised as her pen stabbed the paper, she glanced down at it and saw a small pool of blood leaking out of the tip of her pen. Shaking her head, she blinked and immediately searched her finger for a wound. Finding nothing there, she glanced at the paper and the tip of her pen to no avail. There was nothing there. Rubbing her eyes, Kari blinked a few times and came to the conclusion that her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.<br/><br/>That was the only explanation for what occurred. There was no blood anywhere on her desk. Staring forward once more, she sighed deeply yet quietly enough for the teacher to not hear and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging on it a bit as she thought about what had occurred.