[Josive]

_Heh, a kid's already getting themselves in trouble. How did they get accepted into this school?_ I laughed to myself inside my head as I watched the kid next to me. _Oh dang... I've already gotten myself distracted._ I then quickly thought, and turned back to my work and tried to concentrate once more. I noticed there was one girl, sitting behind the 'studying' kid, who seemed to be looking at everyone. She seemed to be the only kid from America, while most of everyone else was French, or German, or some other European country. _Huh. Weird. It must be expensive to move all the way from America. Most of us already live nearb- oh dang it, I'm distracted again!_ I then tried to turn to my papers... but one thought was still on my mind. More so than anything ever. It was as if someone was luring me there. _The factory._