Phoebe shrugged when the girl didn't answer her, just another reason why she shouldn't try to approach others anymore. She sighed, looking down at the ground as she walked, putting her hands in her pockets against the cool air. 

She knew she would keep on trying though, because that was just how she was. Even if it hurt, she'd still try and interact with others. 

Sometimes for a flower to grow, it had to experience pain and suffering. 

She slipped into Mimic's class, into her usual seat. 

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Kalinda finished her food, wiped her hands on her pants as she'd forgotten napkins and couldn't be bothered getting some, slung her guitar over her back, and headed to class. Once there, she sat in the back, like with most of her classes.