I could feel the cool air conditioning on my wet, warm cheeks and everyone screaming in the halls at each other. we walked towards my locker and there were to boys fighting. Yeesh, a fight already. Everyone was crowded around the two boys. I heard screaming in the distance. The principle, Mrs. Ava Grace, Came running into the hall along with Mrs. Anderson and Mr. Adamson. My favorite teacher and my least favorite teacher. When they broke up the fight and gave the boys a warning I had finally reached my locker. Leon and Claire had already gotten their stuff.
"You good Layla?" I looked at Leon he looked concerned again.
"Yah I'm fine." I grabbed my math book and went to Mr. Adamson's Class, My least favorite teacher. I got to the door and michell, My was once a friend now a frenemy, slammed the door in my face. I fell a growl coming from my throat. I stopped my self before I got in a fight like those boys had. I looked at the clock waiting for this prison of a class to end, but we had twenty minutes left. I shook my leg as I waited. Once in a while I looked to the front of the class to pretend I was paying attention. I really did not want to be in this class anymore. I begged he would not call on me, then it happened. The thing I did not want to happen. Mr. Adamson called my name again. I got up slowly and walked towards the front of the room. When I turned around I looked at the clock. We had ten minutes left. That's not half bad right? My heart raced so fast, I felt like it was going to beat out my chest.
"Layla, What is the numbers for pie?" Of course he would ask that Question. That's the only Question I did not know. Good thing me, Claire and Leon studied math Last week. I tried to remember what they said the answer was. Then something brought me back to math class. Mr. Adamson had called my name again. I thought even harder. Then it came to me she had said it was a endless number but the first three was used the most.
"The numbers of pie is 3.141592-." Mr. Adamson stopped me. That took me by surprise but also relief.
"Ok, Mrs. Fiyers that's enough please go sit down. After I reached my seat the bell rang. Thank god. I could not take another minute in that class. Now I had to just get through History.
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RomansaA/N: this is a full edit on Layla's story the original one hope you love this one better Layla lives in Miami, Florida. When a new school year she has a unexpected turn in her plans of school she went through a journey of promises, broken promises...
