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Teagan Thorn

He shifted his head, resting his chin on folded arms and soft jacket sleeves. The girl across his table, earphone in her ear and writing on a page, jotting down word after word. It took a moment for him to register that this was Sabine, the girl he had met earlier today. He must of be really out of it, or she was one of those types that managed to stick out and still remain a shadow. Maybe it was the dark clothes and hair, he certainly never really noticed her until today, she had just been that girl he recognized in hallways and in the gossip of various girls. They always used the same phrases; bitch, slut, emo freak, it didn't tell him anything at all, until he finally muted away their mindless chatter.

Teagan yawned into his sleeve, drowsiness on his breath. "Yeah, no kidding." Halfhearted laughter edged his comment, sitting up straight and rolling his shoulders. He wished he could make himself feel better just by remembering that so many people had it worse; starving people in their world countries, oppression, bombs going off every day and slave labor. However, it was hard for him to care about issues that didn't meet his own life, and he hardly felt guilt from using a pencil made by some seven year old Chinese kid. Everyone had their shit problems, but he wasn't interested in sitting around in group therapy, and changed the subject.

The classroom continued to fill with students, waving to one another and pairing off. A handful sent those friendly greetings to him, returned in meaningless smiles. There was no one he was too familiar with in this class; just people that enjoyed playing pretend, and he'd rather stay away from them for now, not in the mood for stories that started with 'So this girl and I..' and 'We got so high..'. "What are you listening to?" He asked, half out of true curiosity, the other half to fill the void between them.