"And that is how the pomegranate got its name, the name directly translates to mean 'an apple with many seeds'." The centaur closed his text book and stuffed it in his bag before facing the class, of which half were dozing off, "are there any questions? We have five minutes before the lunch bell goes off."
Persephone pursed her lips and looked around at her other classmates but no one seemed to want to ask anything except her. Not wanting to stand out, she decided to refrain from asking and check it out later on hoogle.
The lunch bell, well, more like the lunch announcement, buzzed over the intercom a few minutes later. The teacher dismissed everyone and exited the classroom, while the students scampered out of their seats for the door. Persephone was packing up her books when a hand slammed down on her table.
"Hi Persephone, are you heading out for lunch?"
