[centre][h1][color=mediumorchid]Quinn[/color][/h1][/centre]

Wrapping up her conversation with a teacher, Quinn found herself with no idea what to do. She didn't want to start on her homework yet but she didn't want to bother anyone back home by calling them. One of the teachers mentioned there was a dance studio inside of the gym( along with rooms dedicated to tennis, basketball and other sports) but without any need to practice, she lacked any motivation to venture inside. It was unlikely that she would have to perform any time soon and besides, Quinn was no choreographer and wouldn't be able to come up with a challenging routine by herself. As she looked over the area, she noticed the teachers retreating back into the lecture halls, almost simultaneously. She shrugged it off, assuming that they had some sort of a teachers' meeting- nothing too unusual.

Taking her phone out, she took a seat on the grass slightly further away from the food stands. Some of the other students seemed to be relaxing or doing their homework in the area, none of which seemed to pay attention to anything else. Fiddling with her phone, Quinn decided to look through the comments on her latest song cover- some constructive criticism never hurt anybody and it seemed more useful than writing some guy's biography.