Boring...Simply Boring.
Footsteps could be heard echoing down the long corridor leading to the infirmary as Angelina finally approached the door. Her red suit was as perfectly pressed and cleaned as usual and a look of disgust could be found placed firmly onto her face. She waved her hand and the door swung open in the process, landing with a loud thud on the interior of the infirmary.
"And here I thought I would be enjoying myself more so then before...Foolish of me," Angelina said to herself as she looked about the empty beds that lied before her.
"I mean...I am certainly aware that this is the end of the school year but it is a bit odd that no one is gravely injured or grasping the boundaries of life and death. I grow bored of this monotony," she finished with a small huff as she placed herself elegantly in a chair near her desk.
She...had indeed arrived. The crimson haired female sat with the most perfect of postures facing the door. She awaited anyone or matter of fact, anything to roll through the doors with even a paper-cut just to brighter her day. She removed her gloves flawlessly and placed them on her desk before brushing a single hair from her face and placing it back it's rightful position on her head.
"A lady always looks presentable..."