Suffice to say, however, that did not satisfy her boredom. Andromeda stared into the back of Ted's head without meaning to, counting the hairs that stuck up on the back of his neck. It was a habit she had. She liked to see when people were slightly uncomfortable and then notice something that had come because of it. Like blushing. She loved when people blushed because she liked to count the splotchy red marks it left. It wasn't not normal, she thought, at least.
That bored her quickly, and Andromeda sighed loudly, not even hiding her dislike to this class.
She wrote on another piece of parchment, tapping it with her pen as she drew a picture of herself, killing herself with a giant arrow because of her extreme boredom.
On the same sheet, she wrote Ted another note.
I see the back of your head today. I think it's opposite day.
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