342 Aviona Leigh

The girl blew out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her long dark hair and grimacing when it got snagged by the already-tangled curls. She had eyes that were large and round and endlessly dark, thoroughly fixated on the column she was working on her computer.

The column was for their school's publication that the girl had a good reputation working as a sportswriter. She had always loved sports, next to science of course which was her first love.

"You got that article done?" Her attention was called by the gravelly voice of their lead editor, Alejandro Madrid, a senior like her and who earned the lead position not because he was the best pick—but because he's only second to the girl who was handling the sports column—the later refused to take it and he was the next pick.