IT WAS SHOW TIME.
Annabelle was sitting on third to the last row, by the wall, far behind and beside the class, almost like someone who really wished not to be there, in the midst of the people or get caught in the middle of anything that had to do with them.
She wore shades; she always did, almost as consistently as Honor. She wore a vintage chiffon long-sleeved blue shirt that had series of red floral motif, tucked into her wine colored fitting skirt. Her complexion was the shade that balanced perfectly between light skin and pure ebony, leaving anyone with no choice but to like it or at least, not dislike it. Her hair was weaved long and held behind her in a simple neat low ponytail. Her face was hidden behind her shades, but her lips, jaw line and nose did not need any help in tellin
