The girl laughed, rubbing red stained hands and arms off in the sink.
"Art Class, amirite?"
The boy sits with his friend group, empty tray in hand. They all tell jokes in between bites of food.
A girl pops in another pill, giving a small smile to her friend as she assured her she just had a headache.
A boy pulls out a roll of gauze from his backpack before handing a piece to the girl who burnt her finger.
"Just in case!" He reassured his friend before he rushed to the bathroom, backpack in hand.


Do we seem okay?

Look a little closer.

Do we really?