Ellie did not like this. She felt ill. Literally ill. She was considering visiting Moretti after class.

Her position had not changed. She was still shaking. Her limbs were still crossed over each other. Her eyes were unfocused, and so was her brain. She had no idea what was going on in class. All she could think about was how much she did NOT want to be here.

It all felt too foreign. Different teacher, different desk arrangement, different people. Well, she wasn't sure about that last one, but not the point.

And it was HOT. Was it always hot in this class? Or is it just under these circumstances. Probably the latter, considering she was shivering simultaneously. Huh.

She chewed her lip. More than anything at this moment, even more than leaving class, she wanted to STOP thinking about the way she felt things ought to be. Because that was why the tears were coming. And she did NOT want to cry in public. Yet, occasionally, a tear was dripping from her eye. But no one would notice, right? She had her head turned from the majority of the class, so all was good, hopefully.