Room 508, Thursday Afternoon

Kathy was trying to finish five more problem sets before evening; she had plans to go to the arcade with Travis and that was a lot more fun than studying for the SATs or the AP exams that were cluttering up her calendar. For the sixth time, she looked down at the page of her text book and tried to focus on the chemicals and symbols that made up the assignment. And for the sixth time, she drew a blank, unable to remember a single compound the minute she took her eyes away.

Ugh. Studying felt like such a waste of a gorgeous afternoon. Why'd she sign up for so many extra stupid classes anyway?

[Open, though Sparkle's thread comes last.]