studyhall ambush [open]

[Anastacia Regina Tremaine]

Study hall had always been Anastacia's least favorite class when she was in high school. She hated how you had to sit there in silence while you were to hit the books like a good little student. It was supposed to help the students out by giving them the extra added time to hit the books. However; Anastacia found it to be completely useless. It was just a big waste of time to her. It didn't make any sense to take time out of the school day to do more work. She had always wondered why couldn't they just send the students home instead. Of course most likely the students wouldn't be studying at home because there were just so many other things one could be doing than going over material that was already pounded into your brain during the class. Wasn't the whole point of being out of school to relish the recapture of your freedom and forget about facts and assignments? Anastacia thought that she left that behind in high school.

Pushing back a tendril of dark red hair, Anastacia took in the sights of the people who populated the studyhall classroom. Apparently not even in college was she going to be able to escape the horrid concept. While it wasn't exactly the same concept of study hall that she remembered from her days at Andersen Academy, it was still a bit too similar for her liking. Her Professor for her Battles of the Civil War class had organized an impromptu study hall for people to work on their papers that were due at the end of the week. Anastacia didn't like this little ambush. If she had known she would have skipped class all together but now that she was here she was here. She looked around the room at her fellow classmates trying to see if any of them could provide her with better prospects than wasting the day away in the class. There were your typical university kids. None of them really did anything for her. She wanted someone different who wasn't afraid to go against what the trust fund told them to do. She wanted excitement and adventure. She wanted her Prince or Princess Charming. Anastacia wanted a lot of things it was true but that was just how she was. She knew that she was materialistic. Anyone could tell that she was materialistic just by looking at her. She was always wearing designer clothing and she hardly wore the same outfit twice. Sometimes she would only wear a garment once before it was swept back into the depths of her closet.

Anastacia tapped a pencil on her desk. Was she really going to sit here in silence. Didn't anyone want to talk? Perhaps she should try being a little nicer. It might help a little bit. Then she wouldn't be stuck in this useless classroom with absolutely nothing to do. She wished that there was someway that she would be able to save herself from the sheer amount of boredom that was threatening to overtake her brain. She could always initiate the conversation, but then again, that wouldn't be very Anastasia like at all now would it?

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