Misa had been quietly colouring her hand drawn trees before the class was over. She plans on adding a few more trees tomorrow, to make it into a packed forest. Her pencil crayons were put neatly away inside her desk drawer, chair pushed in, and her table wiped clean with a cloth.
And she too, started to leave their classroom, but she didn't quite know how to approach others, and would have to ask Jocelyn about it later once she gets home. She didn't want to come off as timid or bossy or intimidating, so she stood there peeking out of the classroom door. Short giggles echoed down the halls as she imagined just tossing her stuffed squishy plushie at the red haired boy 'by accident' to get his attention - but the she knows very well that she would regret doing that later if she had done it. Her plushie was her comfort item, she wouldn't dare want to lose it.
The tip of her hair bent into a question mark as she curiously watched what he would do next. Her other hand tightly gripped onto her plushie's back.
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