She squirmed impatiently in her seat and idly fanned herself with one hand, wishing not for the first time that they could wear different outfits to school during the end of spring rather than the sailor-styled uniform. However, it was unseasonably warm that day and now that they were in school, nothing could be done. Even the teacher, who normally came down on students who neglected to pay attention, was perspiring heavily and becoming more lenient with each passing moment.

'I wish I went to Rayla’s school,' Cosette thought, reclining in her seat. She heaved a sigh; her tiny, 5 foot 5 inch frame trembling with fatigue. 'They got out an hour ago because of that teacher's conference. We still have another hour and a half to go!' Her eyes strayed to the clock. 'Make that another hour and thirty-five minutes.'