Esther responds to Amalia's extended invitation by stating she'd certainly like to, acting excited.  She also mentions that she will be working until a certain time at an after-school job, and was curious when and where she'd meet.  "I'm embarrassed to say it, but I don't have a phone I can call from if I get off in time."  She hopes to get the info she would need and go from there.  A full invite might be the better option, but she isn't fully convinced that the Other Thing would let her.  So for now, she plans to sneak to the location behind them.  Perhaps with a friend or two.<br/><br/>She finds that she really needed that walk in the hallway.  It was nice just to collect herself, to not have anything happening.  She allows herself to stand at the window and simply absorb the sunlight for a while, letting the feelings of power and pleasure simply ride over her.  It's true, it's not quite as great as it was before.  She wonders, if she's just getting used to it or if something else is happening.<br/><br/>At one point, she finds herself patting her lower back, and saying, "Hey in there.  You feeling alright?"  It's not a very strong hunch, but if the Other Thing can talk to her, maybe she'll figure something out.  If not, she shrugs, and continues to walk around until she is bored enough to go to class.<br/><br/>Visual Arts.  Aida was a nice teacher who accepted people as they were, even if they were crap.  Esther liked her for that, but really didn't have much wood to build a bridge with her beyond that.  She took a seat, watched Bob Ross.. so many people groaned at it.  Esther liked him, if only because as silly as it was, he was at least trying to teach the fundamentals in a way even the simple could understand.  Whenever she saw him, she imagined herself being one of these housewives with an easel that would paint with him as they watched TV.  It seemed like a nice life.<br/><br/>Given the instruction to simply.. create something beautiful, Esther took a spot away from a sunbeam and patted her lower back.  "Just curious, at this point," she whispered.  And then she decided she would paint something beautiful.<br/><br/>That was interrupted by a mousy voice at her side.  Looking over, she saw Leila Davidson.  She remembered her, but it wasn't a memory she really wanted to relive, and Esther was a little lost for words when she saw her.  Attempting to be polite, she managed a "H-hey!  I, uh, didn't know we had class together."<br/>Then the compliment:  She was brave for standing up to Dorothea like that?  ..Well, she had been.  It had been a new thing for her.  And as soon as she stopped feeling guilty for destroying her entire life, she would probably realize it was one of the bigger steps she'd made socially.  Or not..  God, Leila looked like she was fan-worshiping her.  Esther wasn't usually at a lost for words.  But this was one of the few times where she simply didn't know what to say.  "I..." she started.  "I.. just want Cynthia to have good influences."  Esther turns back to her painting, putting her brush to paper, and momentarily worried what she will create.  She decides if it is related to Dorothea in any way, she'll stop painting and do something else.<br/><br/>She changes tact, asking if Leila wants to sit with her and paint.<br/><br/>Esther is experimenting with what [Always Getting What She Wants] does.<br/>Esther rolls [2d12] for [My Waaay~] to paint [Something Beautiful (that isn't related to Dorothea)]<br/>Result 8, 3<br/><br/>