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Zima sat down in the first row of the lecture hall. Bellaphina College wasn't a community college but a city college. And it also meant that you were stuck taking classes called CORE classes. Simple requirements of each subject. Zima had taken the less fun ones during earlier semesters. However this semester she had history of art. Not that she minded them after meeting one of her best friends in the first semester in her history core class.
Thus as she sat down she brushed her white autumn leaf patterned skirt so it didn't bunch up, and sat waiting for class to begin. As well as for her friend to arrive. Her long brown hair was in a braid with a red ribbon, her blue-green eyes on the book she pulled out to read, arms covered by a white cardigan over an orange blouse.
@Flaze;
Thus as she sat down she brushed her white autumn leaf patterned skirt so it didn't bunch up, and sat waiting for class to begin. As well as for her friend to arrive. Her long brown hair was in a braid with a red ribbon, her blue-green eyes on the book she pulled out to read, arms covered by a white cardigan over an orange blouse.
@Flaze;