Chapter 3 - Disturbing Dinner

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"Hurry up Maxie. You're going to make us both late!" Chelsea warned me as she started to grab my arm.

"You can go to your class now Chels. You don't need to escort me in my room!" I rolled my eyes at her.

"I don't want you to be late okay? This is your first day on Vocal Music." I heard her sigh.

Lizzy and Chris already gone for their class. I couldn't understand why did Chelsea wants to accompany me in my Vocal Music Class.

I already knew where's my next room. I was no longer a new girl, so I didn't need to be escorted by anyone.

When we got outside of my classroom, I could see that the teacher was already checking the attendance.

I waited for him to finish calling names so I could enter the room and introduce myself since I was a new girl in this class.

Before I could step the room, Chelsea made her way towards my classroom. What the hell was she doing?

"Miss Richards." The teacher with a brown hat growled at Chelsea.

"You're late again."

"What?" I muttered to her. She grinned back on me.

Chelsea just rolled her eyes at him as she continued to walk into an empty chair at the back.

"And who are you?" The teacher was pointing his finger at me.

"I-I I" I froze on my feet. Gosh. He was terrifying.

"Yeah?"

"M-Maxie Hi-Hilton. I'm new" finally, I uttered the magic words.

"I don't care! Just go find your seat." He growled at my face. Man, he was scary.

I ran to the direction where Chelsea was. I seated on the empty chair beside her.

"Scary huh?" She whisper at me.

"Well, you didn't even say that you belong to this class." I grumbled at her.

"Are you nuts? Your face was priceless." She giggled at her chair. "And I really wanted to surprise you."

"Oh God. You're insane." She just continued to giggle at her seat.

The time came fast. This was the subject that I really wanted to attend in Maryland, but the teacher was scare the shit out of me.

I've been here for almost three weeks and I was glad that I didn't even have a problem yet. Well, besides from the jerk that ruined my shirt.

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