New Classmate?
@Fiona Williams
Cress walked into her new class. She was a bit nervous after hearing the history of this particular class. Defense the Dark Arts had a... history let's say. Walking into the classroom, she nervously looked around. Fortunately, there was nothing to be nervous about. She was the only person in the room! Cress knew it'd be like this because she always liked getting to class as early as she could so she'd gotten here an hour earlier and sat down in the back against the wall. It might seem odd for her to sit there when she had the entire room to choose a spot from. Cress just preferred sitting in the back. She didn't like being all the way in the front, the center of attention.
Having a seat, she examined the room and realized how overly quiet it was there. She hadn't really had a nice quiet moment in quite a while and she quite enjoyed the room being like this. She curiously looked at all the interesting artifacts on the professor's desk.
She really wanted to get up and go check it all out but was afraid someone would come in when she was. She pulled out her latest library book and sat back in her chair, propping her legs up on the table, reading it.
Cress walked into her new class. She was a bit nervous after hearing the history of this particular class. Defense the Dark Arts had a... history let's say. Walking into the classroom, she nervously looked around. Fortunately, there was nothing to be nervous about. She was the only person in the room! Cress knew it'd be like this because she always liked getting to class as early as she could so she'd gotten here an hour earlier and sat down in the back against the wall. It might seem odd for her to sit there when she had the entire room to choose a spot from. Cress just preferred sitting in the back. She didn't like being all the way in the front, the center of attention.
Having a seat, she examined the room and realized how overly quiet it was there. She hadn't really had a nice quiet moment in quite a while and she quite enjoyed the room being like this. She curiously looked at all the interesting artifacts on the professor's desk.
She really wanted to get up and go check it all out but was afraid someone would come in when she was. She pulled out her latest library book and sat back in her chair, propping her legs up on the table, reading it.
Happiness is found when you stop comparing yourself to other people.