Maine
Im not in the mood to learn about more wars, my life already is one

Maine tapped her pencil repeatedly as she listened to Mr. Will drone on and on about the French and Indian war. Thanks to him, she knew every little detail about this war, right down to the kind of footwear they wore, which, in Maines opinion, wasn't a very good kind. She once again questioned her decision in this major. It was something she was good at, and she still did other classes, but when the principal saw her skill at history compitions and the fame she brought to the school, she stated very clearly that Maine was not to leave the history field. Maine sighed and clicked her red heels together. If only the wizard of oz thing was real, shell be out of here. She looked down at today's oufit, a solid black dress, red nails and shoes, and pink lips. Her eyelashes were ridicuolousy long and her hair was pretty and wavy. She sighed as she played with her ring. Her make over wasn't work like she thought, it was actually really fun, and fun was good, right?