Sitting in the deepness of the Spoon holder where I feel too close to books and some serious studying, I sit here with headphones in and my music off. Right in front of me is a strong, very freckled ginger, with a red dyed Mohawk. In front of him is another guy strong as well but looks a lot less hard core then the fella in front of him. Next to this guy is a girl. Dark dark hair, fair skin, petite in size, and light jacket for the rain that’s falling outside, even though her jacket isn’t water proof. She talks very little with the other two guys, even though they are clearly working on a group project. Behind me is another girl; all alone just working on her studies, she keeps messing with her hair, can’t decide if she wants it up or down. I can’t give too much detail on her since she is behind me and I’m trying to be discreet about my creeping. There’s one last table sitting in this area, they are two girls, who seem to be just friends doing homework, they aren’t working on a project like the other three people. One girl has a very dry cough, and the other girl won’t stop shaking her foot that is hanging over her ankle of her other foot sitting cris-cross under her chair. Both are blonde, both seem to be on a sports team together, just guessing by the way they both have *girl just coughed* more muscle on their bodies then the average girl that isn’t involved in sports.

Everyone around me assumes I’m probably just working on a paper *girl just coughed* and listening to music. But I’ve become a pristine creeper, as sadly as that sounds, and know how to look like I’m doing something completely different then I actually am *girl just coughed* doing. These two girls don’t seem to be too worried about their homework *girl just coughed* because they keep talking about people who just walked in or are talking loud enough that they can hear and listen in and comm *girl just coughed* comment on what they heard *girl just coughed*. I hope this girl is talking *girl just coughed* some cough meds! That last cough was a big one! Anyways! *girl just coughed*

I chose to sit here for a couple reasons, I’ve never sat this deep into the Spoon Holder, and I feel the further back the more intense the studying is. For instance, *girl just coughed* one girl who works for KMSC and her name has slipped my mind was just talking on the phone, if she would have been on the phone back here she probably would have been annoying to some. But since she is *girl just coughed* up further and about 10 yards away from the group studiers, it wasn’t that big of a deal.  I’m really just focusing on the back six tables because once you hit carpet it gets more serious, the table up *girl just coughed* *girl just coughed* on the tile seems much more laid back.

I’ve been sitting here for probably 20 minutes now and as I start to eat my salad *girl just coughed* and drink my mocha that I got from the Spoon Holder, I’ve realized it’s got a very dead feeling back here.  There’s talking going on around us but it’s *girl just coughed* up on the tile, just because I can hear them *girl just coughed* doesn’t make back here feels anymore alive. The guy in the group with the MoHawk who’s doing most of the talking is talking softer and quieter. The ladies at work in the Spoon Holder but at the moment are at the high tables on the tile are talking in a louder more normal voice. After doing this assignment *girl just coughed* I feel like I don’t belong way back here. I think I’ll stick to the high tables on the tile.

Now its time to actually turn *girl just coughed* some music on before I go insane by this girls painful to the throat sounding cough!