((This is my first topic, so bear with me if its horrible. xD If it makes you want to barf, then I'm sorry.))

Nanami liked to read books so it was often assumed that she really liked English class. She didn't like English class one bit. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The only reason she liked English class because of the books they read in class, like the classics: Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and The Professor. Although she liked reading, it got in the way of studying for tests sometimes and doing homework, too. One time she had come close to failing English and her parents took away all her reading books so that she could study. She did bring her grade back up but she still didn't like English much.

As Nanami walked down the halls looking for the English classroom, she was reading one of her favorite books. She probably wouldn't have time to read it now that classes were starting up again and there would probably be loads and loads of homework. She occasionally looked up from her book to check the signs next to the doors to see what class was held in the room. Math, Creative Writing, Science... and then English. Nanami sighed and put her book into her messenger bag that held all her books and acted somewhat like a purse on the rare occasion. She put her hand on the handle, opened the door, and went inside. She walked over to a desk and sat down.

Nanami looked at the clock on the wall. It would be 15 to 20 minutes before class would start, so got the necessary books that she would need for the class out of her messenger bag and put then on her desk. She also got her book back out and started reading again, not noticing anyone walk in.

((I just now realized that Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and The Professor are by the same author: Bronte. xD And by the way... this is OPEN!! ^^))