Madness at Millard: Day Two

The next day was cold and rainy. I missed the bus that day so I had to run a half-mile through the rain to the school, luckily my sketchbook didn't get wet, but I was still a little upset. Although I met a lot more people that day that I'm still friends with now.

The first class of the day was World History, something I already had studied a dozen times, so I just doodled and half-listened to what was going on. All I could tell is that the purple haired boy was at again with the blue-haired girl. Otherwise I wasn't paying attention until the Beatle-y looking boy asked; "Hey, what are you drawing?" snapping me out of my thoughts.