Rhianwen quickly found her math teacher, hoping his lecture wouldn't take too long as she'd be allowed a tardy slip for her next class. Art. If she was lucky, perhaps the scolding would be short enough- -say 2 or 3 minutes- and she could get to class without being late. With this bubble of hope, the animal-loving senior approached the teacher. "Sir...You wished to see me?" she spoke up, petting the kitten soothingly so he wouldn't cry.

"Already busy I see Miss Isabella. Just be sure to clean up afterwards." Said a kind voice as the art instructor walked into the colorful, messy, lively studio. Several fellow classmates walked in, almost all of them snickering and whispering "Tweak" to each other if they came near her. Soon, only one seat was open, the one beside Isabella.

Miles frowned even more, shaking her head. "Even more of a reason to talk to her and be her friend. Perhaps she would be better if someone was kind to her..." Sighing as the majority of his peers walked off to class, Miles stepped into the English room. Mrs. Pasternack wasn't a bad teacher, or mean perse, she just taught a subject that was too easy for the intelectually gifted Miles.