Jeanne loved it when her teachers allowed the class to study out in the garden. It gave the kids a perfect opportunity for a break while still looking like they were working. Which they hardly ever did. What teenage kids actually did schoolwork unless they absolutely had to? So today Jeanne was out in the back garden, her back resting up against a large tree, book open in her lap, blue pen in hand, grey-green eyes cautiously watching the teacher as she walked around the groups in the garden. It was amazing that her English teacher had actually let the class out, she was usually a dragon woman, but the class complained of no inspiration, so there they were.
Jeanne sighed as she heard the bell go off signalling the end of the period and, more importantly, the end of school. People around her began packing up, but Jeanne stayed where she was, head and back leaning against the harsh wood of the tree, iPod blasting in her ears, and eyes gazing off somewhere in the distance. There was no rush for Jeanne to get home. Nothing special waited for her here. So the girl simply sat there, work lying forgotten in her lap as she gazed at the activity around her.