Jacob

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                  Then she leaves. No 'what year are you' or 'what's your schedule? Lori. That's an interesting name. My Grandmother's name is Lori. Oh well. I guess I blew my chance with her. I walk inside trying to find the office. This building is SO big! I'm walking around for a couple of minutes before a teacher spots me and points me in the direction of the office. As I'm walking by classrooms I see Lori arguing with a teacher. Then she grunts and heads out of the classroom with all of her stuff. I hear her grumbling the entire way. That's when I see her arm. It's covered in blood and has a gash on it.

                    "What happened!?!?!?" I ask

                    "I knocked over a beaker and then the glass cut me. I'm fine. I guess that's what happens when you don't get a LAB PARTNER" she practically shouted that last part.

                     "You volunteered to work alone when we had an uneven number! And when you get hurt- and don't even try to convince me otherwise- you go to the nurse!" I hear the teacher yell. She walks away from me and grumbles the rest of the way down the hall until she turns into what I assume to be the nurse's office. I go the way the guy told me to. Turn right at the nurse's office, go up the flight of stairs, turn left- go through the passing hallway and at the end of the hall will be the office. I managed to get to the office in one piece and get my schedule. I go through my class list for every class. All advanced. I see all the people in them. I see my partner for every class. Lorna Casy Mellot, and in parentheses next to it (goes by Lori). 

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