School. Summer is over and school is starting, again. But in a different school, a different city, and with different friends. I am going to St Ariadne, Latin school for girls because apparently, according to my parents, I do not get good grades in my Latin classes.
The trees form an arch at the entrance of the school gate, the playground is dull, grey and covered in cement that is as hard as rock. When I walked through the gates I noticed that everyone was staring at me and I soon found out why, I had no uniform. Does it get any worse? The headmaster came rushing to me and insisted that I had to be shown around by this tall, perfect stubborn girl who probably gets excellent grades in everything. Now I realise that it gets worse.
"So you're the new girl, you could be worse" she said to me as I entered the classroom. "I am not supposed to be speaking to you in English for this is a Latin school, no? You do speak Latin don't you?" she said in a mocking tone.
"A little" I said quite quietly,not wanting her to know that I am terrible with a capital T at Latin.
It was when she started speaking to me in Latin that I realised how bad I was at speaking it.
"Amicus enim quod plura cognoscere" she mumbled as we walked towards the cafeteria or as I should call it the
"Prandium locus".
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