Claire watches the teacher teach the boring lesson. Nobody is listening. Why should they? Who is going to need algebra in the future? Claire sighs and continues to doodle little action figures in her math's book.

Pressing her pencil against the paper too hard, the led snapped as a result and a frustrated sigh escapes Claire's nose. Her head turns over to face you and she places her chin on her fist, her elbow on the table.

"Hey, pass me the pencil sharpener." Claire orders, but her tone is oddly soft.

You both never ever speak to eachother. Claire never makes the move to even look your way. Even though she's only asked for a pencil sharpner, maybe you can start a conversation with her.