[b]Amaranth Desire: The Classes, They Are a Changin'[/b]

Amy felt very tired.

Again.

She sighed and looked back at her sketch of what she was planning as the two returned to their seat, losing herself in the sketches of her Crimson Angel project for the remainder of the class. It might seem unfeeling, but learning how to disengage her emotions from her work was something she’d learned how to do a long time before she came to Beacon.

Her note laid unforgotten in the back pocket of her pants, until she’d finished drawing up the armor, turned in the design to Chatsworth, and packed up the Fury to take with her on the way to her next class. Only then did she remove it, slipping the small, folded piece of paper into Lauren’s hand as they left class and parted ways. She’d not been able to read the boxer’s reaction to Emerald and Annabelle, nor to how she’d handled it, but...

[color=E52B50][i]There you go again, Desire.[/i]

“I’ll see you in sixth period, I guess,”[/color] she said quietly, and got up to head to PE.

Just a wonderful day so far.