Riding the vales of Mozart, she began to relax in the fact that her classmates' thoughts were gone. She was so in tune with her music, that she didn't notice Mr. Sweeny striding up behind her. "Aha!" said Mr. Sweeny, "Listening to music I see! Think that just because you skipped a few grades means that you can check out in my class? If you think that your so smart, you can finish my lecture on the similarities and differences between the Lambeosaurus and the dinosaurs we've been studying recently. Go on now!"
Sophie groaned. Thanks to her photographic memory, she remembered every detail in the museum, and all the boring thoughts of her classmates. She stood up and walked to the front of the class. "The Lambeosaurus differs from the Dracorex by it's signature calling nose. Similarities include the period in which they lived. They both lived in the Late Cretaceous period. The fact about if the Dracorex is an herbivore is controversial. Due to it's slightly more pointed teeth, some scientists label it as an omnivore." As she continued, Mr. Sweeny became increasingly red. "STOP," he shouted, "That is enough! Go back to your seat Miss Foster. Due to your lengthy spout of inane knowledge, we are ten minutes late to lunch! Do not continue to listen to music in my, nor any class Miss Foster. Everyone, pack up!"
Receiving a few death glares from her classmates, she wound her way to the back of the class. The only thing she had brought was her lunch, a notebook, a pencil, and her ipod. She didn't need anything else. She quickly packed her supplies into her backpack. She didn't want to chance any of the classmates messing with her stuff. It had happened before. They didn't exactly like that a twelve - year old was in their senior class, so they made her life as difficult as possible. The worst out of them was George Hansen and Brendan Rose. They seemed like they were about to name her their mortal enemy. They had been horrible to her ever since she had joined thir class the year before. It started with missing supplies, to missing assignments that she knew that she hadn't lost.
"Hey Super freak! I want to know all the scientific names for the plants that the Lameosaurus eat!" It was Brendan. Out of the two, it seemed as if only Brendan had any brains to speak of. George just seemed to snigger at whatever Brendan said.
Sophie sighed, and turned to sit down and eat her lunch. Across the room, she saw a stunning, dark haired boy. He was reading the article. Sophie Foster had been accepted into Yale, but her parents had opted for the local community college. Some crazy reporter decided that it was newsworthy, and published the story. It seemed like it was everywhere.
Sophie ignored him. She plugged in her earphones, and listened to Brahms Symphony No. 4. She unwrapped her tuna sandwich and started eating. She finished quickly and decided to wander around the museum.
"Hey!" A voice sounded behind her. It was the boy. "Is this you?" He pointed to her picture. "Yes…" Sophie replied. "Do you wear contacts? Or have somehow changed the color of your eyes?" he questioned. Rapid fire questions always made her uneasy, especially from people she didn't know. "No, why would you ask? Is there some preset for eye color? As far as I know, brown is a perfectly natural eye color! Leave me alone!" She regretted her harsh words as soon as they left her mouth. He was probably just curious, or hopelessly naive.
"Sorry, I-" "No, it's fine. It was a personal question. I shouldn't have asked. Have a good day." "Wait!" She shouted. He either ignored her or was out of earshot. "Darn" she muttered.