[color=f7941d]Lisa Bryant [/color]

September 5th, 1969

0810 HRS

Bored, Lisa’s perceptive gaze shifted to her left and then a little further into the line when she noticed Nick and Alex chattering away with each other. Although she couldn’t hear them very well, she supposed by the expression on his face, Nick was ranting about Jones. It was not as if she knew him personally, but every now and then she would happen to walk by him and almost always hear, “something Jones..” in the conversation. Before she could deviate her view, she caught Alex shooting her a warm smile. 
  Somewhat surprised, her countenance lit up ever so slightly and she smiled back. She went to take another bite out of her apple before realizing that she had already finished. Before she could throw it in the trash, she found the line was accelerating now. She detected a familiar student assisting Counselor Taggert, and when it was her turn to receive her time table, she shot a thankful nod towards the sophomore for helping out. 

0815 HRS

  Shortly after, she went straight to homeroom, which was English with Mr. Allen. It was one of the few classes- if not the [i]only [/i]class that she held an appreciation for. He was a lanky, willowy man, in his mid-thirties, had a seemingly never-breaking joyful personality. Rarely, she had ever witnessed him in a disagreeable mood or mistreat his students. She located an open desk towards the edge of the classroom and noiselessly slid into the seat. Mr. Allen was in the middle of reminding the students that the assembly was at 9am. Suddenly recalling that, she groaned inwardly in her seat.