Kijani carefully packed her things, with an utmost show of calmness and decorum. She kissed Connor on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Call me later." Aloud, to the teacher, she spoke. "Mimic, I'm excusing myself... Feminine problems." That excuse was usually good enough for most male teacher. She strolled out of the classroom, and made it out of the building before her scar started to sear with pain. It hurt enough for her to double over, groaning.