The teacher’s sharp voice rang through the classroom, and the silver-haired girl in question froze, a half-chewed pencil between her teeth. Slowly, she turned her head, offering a sheepish grin.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You do realize you’ve been staring out the window for the past twenty minutes instead of doing your assignment?”

Nia blinked innocently. “I was doing it! In my head! I just—”

The teacher folded her arms. “Detention.”