Sitting off alone in the room, Emilie stared down at the open notebook in front of her. She'd read the same sentence over and over, leave me, love or love me true. She'd written it a few hours before and it was just this line that she felt she wanted to write an entire song around. That was how it usually started, too. She'd just be sitting around somewhere and this one line would pop into her head that would drive her for the rest of the day, at least, to write something else to go with it. That was why she was so driven when it came to her music, she felt. Her mind got set on one incomplete idea that she felt needed to be completed. The only time she ever had trouble was when she couldn't think of that one starting line. That's when things really went wrong.
Letting her mind wander away from her work, her eyes followed, scanning the room. There were about twenty other students sitting in there but with the substitute teacher there, she figured that half of the students would be out of there in no time. She'd found that, for other people, at least, it was fairly easy to trick a sub.
Most everyone else seemed to have someone to chat to or had their noses burried in some book or work that seemed pretty important. The one person who seemed to be just as absent-minded as she was at that moment seemed to be the boy nearest her. She looked at him then looked up, trying to figure out what exactly he was looking at and then she noticed him murmuring something and she chuckled under her breath. "There's forty something." She told him, realizing that he was counting the ceiling tiles. She giggled softly then tucked some of her blond hair behind her ear. Yeah, she'd been in his position before; so bored that she had to count ceiling tiles. Too bad she couldn't remember the exact number.