Jak had been doodling little stick figures in her notebook, pretending to have them fight each other when the teacher yelled a name. Jak naturally jumped, flinging her pencil into the air for a moment only to have it crash back to the floor. Jak waited a moment and realized it had been to Fiore, not her. She'd relaxed back into taking notes when she was almost smacked by Fiore's arm as she stretched out after the bell. When most of the class had left, Jak pulled out her lunch bag which was a brown paper bag, and walked down to pick a spot to sit.

Since Jak's father died, they had less money flowing in to cover going out to eat lunch every day so Jak settled for a lunch bag and just sitting down to eat it. It wasn't like it was competition for best lunch either. It was just something that was the new normal, something that even Jak herself was still adjusting to. It couldn't be helped, even if she wanted to fix it. Jak wandered for a bit, trying to find a decent spot to eat and talk to the others. She noted where Cyril was, and avoided it like the plague. The last thing she needed was to talk to him right now.

So she picked a spot on some grass and sat down to eat her slightly crushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Hmm... maybe if she ate fast she could run home and grab her bat to practice with for a bit. No, that was silly plan. She wasn't going to be able to be able to even have time to hold that bat for very long. The most she could was grab it after school and arrive a little late to practice. It was better to have a weapon than to deal with school officials.

For now, she'd have to figure something out. How was she going to improve her form when it was clearly lacking somewhere? It was too bad none of her close friends really cared about karate or martial arts like she did, then maybe she could have gotten some input from them. A passing group of students waved at her, and she waved back. Looked like she'd be eating alone today, which was fine. She might practice some on the nearest tree, and she didn't need an admiring crowd which was nice during matches, but useless for input and criticism.