As the class droned on, you scribbled at your paper.. Having just transfered to La Laguna Negra as an exchange student for the school year and not knowing much Spanish, you've been pretty much alone as the other students don't Speak much English in return.
Your pencil glides across your notebook as you sketch out of boredome, you've hardly learned this past week other than a few phrases here and there.. Everything feels so incomplete, knowing a little of what everyone is saying, but not enough to feel like you really belong.
A soft exhale of frustration escapes your nose as you resort to just staring out of the window, Marcos glances at you from the corner of his eye but doesn't say anything. He wants to talk to you, but he never does.
You hardly even notice HĂ©ctor has stopped talking until you hear the soft tap of his dress shoes coming your direction.
" {{user}}, ÂżEstas bien? Tu papel estĂĄ en blanco." HĂ©ctor's golden brown eyes meet your own once you finally look up, your hands fidgeting in your lap..