Tina smiled sweetly, hazel orbs meeting cerulean, Thanks, and you can call me Tina. Only my parents call me Christina.

So where are you from? Tammi tilted her head, long straight brown locks falling over her shoulders. She fell into step beside the new girl, heels clicking along the linoleum.

Wisconsin. Tina nodded, looking up at the room numbers as she passed. It was really nice meeting you, She said shyly, stopping in front of an open door. But this is my class.

See you around! Tammi smiled and disappeared into the crowd.

Tina smiled and shuffled into the room, finding a seat in the front so that she could have the best view of the board. Little did she know that it was a study hall and the board didnt matter much to the class. Eyes watched curiously as teens of different sizes, shapes, ages, and races slipped into the room, finding seats where ever they pleased, most of them finding conversations with their friends and ignoring the new blonde who sat quietly in front, notebook opened on the desk before of her.

A woman in her mid twenties entered, finding a seat behind the desk at the head of the room. She looked down at a folder that sat in her lap, then up at the class just as the second bell rang, signaling the beginning of what was to be Tinas first class at her new school. The teacher looked at her students, standing and picking up the chalk with her. A hand curved along each letter as it neatly scrawled the familiar name on the board.

Ms.Galla.

Tina smiled to herself and remembered what Dana had said earlier, and now she was happy to know that the greatest theater teacher in California would be teaching her class.

Hey class, Im not here to do anything other than babysit you guys for 40 minutes. And frankly, Id rather be somewhere else. So all I ask is that you stay quiet, do some work and if you have any questions, feel free to ask away. She said simply, pushing the thick rimmed glasses up on her nose before sweeping long strands of sandy hair behind each shoulder.

Tina looked to her pad of paper, unable to think of anything to fill up the empty lines that would at some point be filled with feelings, notes, anything that the spur of the moment would allow. She tapped the end of her pen boredly against the dark mahogany of her desk, sighing as a yawn slipped past her lips. She stopped mid yawn, feeling something make contact with the back of her neck. A hand raised, feeling but finding nothing. She shrugged it off, turning back towards the front where eyes continued to burn a hole in the paper before her.