Kalinda looked to Victorique as she poked her, and said not to be sad. She sighed softly, and glanced away again. [color=f49ac2]"I'm not sad. I'm just...feeling lonely"[/color] she said simply, once more just thinking about when class was going to be over. She frowned over the fact that victorica seemed to be talking to her as if she were a child. Kalinda was sure that she couldn't be more then two years younger then the older girl, but supposed that her looks made her seem younger, so she didn't press the fact.

[i]it was going so well...why did I have to mess it all up?[/i] she thought to herself, looking down at the desk, but at the muffled crack, she flinched, and glanced about, half out of her chair, but relaxed as she saw it was just Dimitri. She blinked at the splintered desk, and frowned once more. Was something wrong with Dimitri? How much force with it take to do that? Was it just strength and nerves? 

She stood from her half crouch, and went over to the nervous Dimitri, seeing that he was very close to a break down. [color=f49ac2]"hi"[/color] she said, leaning against the desk, she managed a small smile, [color=f49ac2]"what's wrong?"[/color]