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[color=lightgray][indent][indent][indent]The last two months had been fairly uneventful for Talya. She had been assigned the floor with what appeared to be the most boring students at San Agustin. While everyone seemed nice enough, Talya wasn’t looking for [i]nice[/i]. She needed drama, something spicy. A little flair in life that she just simply hadn’t been able to find. It was the same old routine. Wake up, get dressed, grab something to eat, and go to class. While Talya didn’t mind routine, she needed something interesting to happen - and soon. 

She wasn’t a fan of Mondays, and you could tell it by just how simple her [url=https://mediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com/uno/pictures/83/18750/large-1468829637-8256f1f30819cd487d9a2298a431d946.jpg]outfit[/url] was for the day. Talya didn’t have any plans for this morning, but she had woken up starving. Grabbing a granola bar from the kitchen on her assigned floor, Talya made her way out to the courtyard with her backpack slung over her right shoulder. Sitting down at one of the tables, she pulled her sketchbook and a black inkpen from her bag before continuing on her next piece. 

The drawing wasn’t shaping up to be anything great or important. Talya’s mood heavily affected her art. Being in a bored mood meant that her inspiration was low and made for boring artwork. 

With a heavy sigh, Talya took a bite of her granola bar, watching the people around her go to classes. 


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