STEVIE HARLOW
^{eighteen, freshman, film major, can't read her pokerface}
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classes are one thing that stevie certainly didn't mind, here in barrington academy anyway. but who wouldn't like to study in this university anyway? they must be out of their minds! what with the school's urban campus and updated technology -- even the teachers well likable! okay, fine, maybe that's just in stevie's case. so far, she hadn't met somebody who's disagreeable yet. aside from that lady in the registrar counter back when she first enrolled. she was snotty and definitely wasn't up to entertaining hordes and hordes of young kids, even if they might be the audrey hepburn and elvis presley of the future, or whatever. she just didn't care. some other day, stevie might not have minded her indifference too, she might share it, but on hot summer days when she's trying to get into the school after standing in line for a considerably long while, she pretty much demanded good quality service. something that she didn't get.

anyways, that probably shaped up stevie harlow's point of view in the school. she liked it! it was her dream to get here, okay maybe any other film institute would do, but having to get to attend to such a world-renowned and prestigious one as barrington's. sorry if it might sound cheesy to say at least, but it was a dream come true! steve's normally not the enthusiastic child or the most optimistic one, but when good things happen to your life, well naturally you have to be happy! which is what she is now, blindingly happy that she gets to be here. when she got to the classroom, to her first class of the day, she was actually surprised to see only one guy there. 'okay, maybe expecting hoards of people being cramped in this room was a bit too much, but aren't they excited for the day to come? what to learn?' stevie thought, uncharacteristically jovial inside her head.

"hey!" stevie greeted the only guy in the room. hey it was only going to be the two of them, right? what's the use of being all shy and stuff? that would only make for awkward. "what's up?" she tried to casually put in only ending up being just a tad bit awkward instead of friendly. "early bird much?" stevie quipped, oddly friendly even if she may say so.

STEVIE HARLOW
^{eighteen, freshman, film major, can't read her pokerface}
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stevie wrinkled her nose and glanced on the watch on her wrist. "wait," she chuckled just a little bit, though initially she was just a tad bit confused. "if i'm not mistaken, the class should be starting... now." she raised a brow at him. after a while, coming to the realization that... "oh wait -- cool! is this that one class where everyone shows up late for class?" 'even the teachers, apparently,' she thought to herself but restrained saying it out loud. "awesome." she nodded her head. "good thing this is my first class in the morning," she laughed a little bit. now if only that was really true. because who knows? her watch might just be a little messed up. (sometimes she sets them up 20 minutes later than the actual time so that she'll panic and starts to fix herself up or get ready before the real date, or event, or whatever she has to do. it's silly, but it's a technique that works!)

"hah, touche." handing it to him, although in a joking manner, giving him a small smile, walking over to him and taking the seat in front of him. "it would be weird if we did." stevie commented, making a little face. "unless you've been to new york and have heard of a certain stevie girl," she shrugged. "then that's me. i'm just a freshman here, just starting out, so don't feel bad if you haven't heard of little ole me." ending her little speech with a lazy smile. "how bout you?"