Rhiannon
Rhiannon was sitting in the art room drawing. While the outside was enticing, there were far too many people out there and she'd much prefer to stay away from them. Her music was up on full volume and she was smudging the charcoal around on the paper. Rhia hated charcoal, either it smudged to much, or not enough, it was really hard to get the exact shade she wanted, and it never went where she wanted it to go. She pressed the kneaded eraser down on the paper, trying to lighten some of the areas where the shading was too dark. This project wasn't going anywhere near the way she wanted it to.
Pushing the project away, she grabbed a new sheet of paper and started to sketch. Not that long after the teacher tapped her on her shoulder. Rhiannon turned off her music and looked up at him, "yeah?"
"It's time for your next class, better get there soon."
Rhia glanced at the clock and her eyes widened, she was going to be late. She started to shove everything away, packing up her papers and other art supplies. She wiped the table quickly with a kleenex, slung her bag over her shoulder, and ran out the door, into the hallway and down to her next class. I'm going to be late, not good, not good, not good! People are going to stare, that's even worse. Better run faster. She turned the corner of the hallway and nearly ran into someone, and while she would normally stop and apologize, right now she couldn't be bothered to.
Right as the bell rang again to say that class was starting and she should be there, Rhia entered her English class. She walked to her seat as inconspicuously as possible and sat down. Looking around she noticed that most everyone had their book out in front of them. Rhiannon looked through her bag and tried to find it, but it wasn't in there. Searching again, this time rifling through everything and grabbing underneath of all the folders, papers, and other odds and ends, but no matter where she looked it wasn't there. If everyone had the book out, it was obviously needed, but she didn't have it; Rhia also didn't want to ask if she could go and look for it in the other place it was most likely to be, her car. The teacher probably wouldn't let her either, plus having to go to her car would most likely draw attention.
Being unable to find her book, and not wanting to go look for it, Rhiannon sat back in her chair with a very obvious look of worry on her face. She just hoped that the book wasn't actually needed because if it was, she'd probably end up having to look on with someone else, and Rhia would rather not do that.