Kierra creeped into her seat in the back of the class, not liking having any extra attention on her. As Rebecca asked the question, she looked around to see any other raised hands. When she saw none, she timidly raised hers in the air.

Kierra flashed her toothy smile and nodded. Yes, it's Kierra. And is it the legs of a horse sustain the most injuries? she said, hopeful in her answer. She was being stared at and she didn't like that. Not at all. She kept her eye fixed on Rebecca, waiting for her answer.

Ankaa
^{`Cause I look in the mirror and all I see
Are your brown eyes looking back at me
They`re the only thing you ever gave to me at all}

Ankaa sighed, sitting next to a window. She gazed out it, longing for the open air, to be away from the other students. But she only did this out of the corner of her eye. She would not risk being caught directly looking out. She knew that breaking the rules was unacceptable--That had been beaten into her head, literally, back in Israel. He expression hardened for a moment at the memory, and she actually began to pay direct attention to the lesson, so that it would distract her, hopefully.

As she waited for the teacher to reply with a yes or no, she leaned back in her chair, holding a small notebook, not larger than a few inches by a few inches, in one hand, down near her lap, and a pencil in the other hand. She was certain she'd know much of it, but was ready to jot down what she didn't know.