 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Her sketchpad was tucked under her arm, her schoolbag slung over her shoulders. Claudine was in a good mood that morning because she had woken a little earlier than usual and had managed to do some sketching. What had she been working on? Just a little nature... the sunrise, to be precise. Her sketch had been completed just before she headed off to breakfast and she felt rather accomplished.
"Good morning, Professor.'' Her usual serious expression might deceive anyone who didn't know her into thinking that she was in a bad mood. Claudine moved further into the room by going towards the back of the class where she took a seat, her eyes fixed on what was on her desk.
Interesting. |