Snippet #1825534

( I apologize for not posting! School has kept me busy, and Honor Choir on top of that.)

Gracie looked over at Tyler and sighed. I can't go to Russia ... I can take a look at it, but I wouldn't be able to go. Is there any tech stuff I can do, or maybe some people I could convince over the phone? She passed the note back to him. Only a few minutes was left in class. Gracie quickly gathered her things and waited for the bell to ring. "Okay class, tomorrow we will be doing a lab. So girls make sure you bring hair ties and close toed shoes. Guys, I'd rather you not wear the baggy clothes." With that the bell rang, and Gracie made sure she was the first out of class. "Man, I think I'm developing a case of master claustrophobia," she said to herself, rubbing the back of her neck. There were so many kids in one small space ... to many in her opinion. How come no one was freaking out? Everyone was calm, socializing with friends or occupying themselves with 'lovers'. How can anybody even ... blah, she thought, making her way to her locker. Some people stared at her, and she glared back, not knowing why they were staring. That was the last thing she wanted, was people staring. When she was working, she made it to where no one noticed her presence, but here ... it was like she couldn't escape them.