The sun shined through the classroom window as the clock landed on 8:15, but the ticking was drowned out by the teacher’s voice; she had short red hair, pale skin, brown eyes and was dressed in formal black and white clothes. All the students were paying attention, except for a boy with long brown hair, tan skin, and green eyes; he was wearing a black T-shirt with two pink stripes, black shorts and sneakers with a bored expression on his face as he sketched in his notebook.
¨Psss. Hey, what are you drawing?¨ she had short black hair, chocolate skin, and hazel eyes; he noticed that she had a helmet and roller blades next to her desk with the name, Bailey scribbled on the back.
"Turn to page 317 in your history books", said the woman.
He lifted his head. "It's a black widow spider. I'm almost done with it.”
"Looks good", she started to hand it back when the teacher appeared and took it.
¨Whats this? Doodling during class again, Nikolas Thompson", the teacher grumbled.
Nik yawned. "Ms. Sphinx, I'm sorry but that’s Important ".
"More important than learning about the American Revolution?" she countered.
"I guess not" he looked away.
Ms. Sphinx sighed. "I'm confiscating this. You may have it back at the end of the week".
"Wha..!!! Why that long???" Nik screeched.
“Nikolas, this isn’t the first time I caught you drawing and I gave you many chances to pay attention, but it seems I need to be more strict,” he watched her put his sketchbook in her desk as he slumped down in his chair.