Snippet #1222895

The first day of STA had been fair enough. The second day was hopefully wasn't going to be so full of idiots gossiping about who likes who.
Jamie's clouded eyes scanned the grassy area in front of the school. It was a cloudy day. Her favorite. Tasarin ruffled his feathers, the sound crisp near Jamie's ear. She continued walking, and slung her backpack over her opposite shoulder. "We're nearly late." The words didn't seem to come from Jamie, but no one else was around. They were all in class. Tasarin let out an indignant sound. I wasn't the one spending half an hour tinkering with a spork, he seemed to say. "That's not true. Besides, you never know, those things could make a useful weapon." She held out her hand for him to hop onto, then opened the doors of the school. Warm air poured from the double doors, flowing out into the cool, misty schoolyard.
Jamie wasted no time in sweeping through the halls, her school outfit was proving to be the most uncomfortable so far. Her classroom was darkened, a video was about to be played. She flashed an innocent smile at the teacher, who smiled back. As she slid into her seat, the clear one-note bell rang out. The window blinds sat in a cloud of dust that arose when the ancient teacher shut them, and the video player creAked to life, showing the history of how Soul Threads were created. This video had been played thousands upon thousands of times.. It never got old.
Tasarin soared up to a bar on the ceiling to remain there for class; the larger animals were stabled by the locker rooms. The smaller ones were allowed to remain with their Threads.
Jamie glanced at him before turning to smile once more at the girl next to her and her attention wavered between the girl and the screen.