After School

She was the last to leave the classroom, calmly packing her things, uninterested in the idea of playing and practicing outside with her classmates. She was always whisked away anyway quickly after it begun, so there wasn't much point for her.

She made her way to the playground, and where her class was either playing games or fighting, or competing, trying to find who was the best. She, on the other hand, simply sat on the steps of the school porch, and opened a book to read. It wasn't about school, it was one of the few fantasy books that she owned, one about a high technological future with machines that could walk, talk, and think like people, or in some cases, even better than people.

She would keep to herself, waiting for her escort back home, which she knew was on its way.