#msaopen

Skylar sits in his office a mountain of papers lay before him on his desk,waiting to be graded. The works of Mozart playing in the background help to sooth him of the stress of having to grade the papers of such moronic students. He sighs dropping his pen and massaging his forehead with a sigh. He looked a his watch and realised he’d been staring at them for at least three hours.It was definitely time for a break. He turns his chair out to the side,leaning back and stretching his legs.He rests his arm on his stomach,closing his eyes and inhales deeply,ready to relax. Suddenly a loud knock on his office door rouses him. Frowning towards the door he calls“I'm busy come back later. Only for it to be met with another knock sighing and cursing whoever it is disturbing his break he grumbles “come in,it’s open!” Whoever it as knocking on his office door had better have a good reason.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was in here. Are you finishing up soon, or should I come back later?”

It was hot in the auditorium where the ball was being held. Toulouse pulled a turquoise fan out of her bag and snapped it open. It was too warm outside to have this many people packed together inside, much less to wear a mask. Hers had been sent to her by her grandmother while she was on a trip to Venice, but now it served more of a purpose than decoration in her room. She was sweating under it though, and didn’t feel attractive at all. What would they all look like by the end of this when the masks came off? She shuddered at the thought. Deciding that she didn’t really want to wait around to be asked to dance, she headed towards the doors that lead outside, hoping the night was cooler than the dance. She felt a tug as she navigated the busy room. Someone had stepped on her long dress. “Hey! Excuse me, you’re on my dress. Do you mind?” She asked, looking over her shoulder. She didn’t dare move, for fear of ripping it.