'Why does school have to last so long?' wondered the pouting girl, gazing longingly out the window. 

She leaned forward, cushioning her chin on her hands, and scowled quietly. Her hair, the color of inky black onyx, was tied up neatly into two round balls on either side of her head. From those balls, two streamers of hair gushed over the girl's shoulders and tumbled to the floor. Her eyes were a gentle shade of emerald, glittering with mischief and untold joy.