Riona was sitting on her own, sketch book in her lap as she sat on the bleachers in the gym. Yet again she had been allowed to sit out from the more tedious workout points of class while everyone else was forced to do them. A few of the more popular girls were complaining about the workout, mumbling about how it wasn't fair she got to sit out, despite the fact she fainted more often then not, especially in the gym.

She had her feet propped on the seat in front of herself, knees bent to hold her sketchbook at a decent level as she stared at the page blankly, seeming zoned out again. Her pencil gripped loosely in her hand as she stared at the swirling patterns all over the page.