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"𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.."

-chapter 1-
{ Carla }

"Ugh" I say as I enter my new classroom with new classmates and new teachers I've never met before. The classroom is so shitty , they call these desks ?!
These are literally benches and long tables, and they're so low on the ground...seriously what do they think we are ? Kindergartners?

I go sit on the second bench next to some nerdy kids. The benches are really uncomfortable.. I quietly set my backpack.

as I'm waiting for the teacher the two girls in front of me turn around, "Hey ! Can we be friends? I'm Sandra !" A girl with short brown hair says very quickly.
Jesus how many words can she say in a second?!
  "And I'm Lila!" A girl who has her long brown hair tied up says
"Sure ,I'm Carla" I say giving them a professional smile.

"Wanna come sit with us ?"  They both scream at the same time.
We really are kindergarteners.
"Sure..." I say and move to the first bench next to them. They start asking me all kinds of questions and I try my best to make small talk with them

Just as I start getting bored of talking, the teacher comes in , she's holding a bag and some books in her hand , she Introduced herself as 'miss Sarah' , our 'new' English teacher.

First class is English?
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Pfft seriously? It's the first class of the whole school year ,and it's English? At my old school , the first class of the year would be geography, or statistics. This is underwhelming.

"Alright you all ! Since it's the first day , we aren't gonna study anything" she says with a big smile on her face ... aand everyone in the classroom starts talking.

Now this is even more underwhelming. At my previous school we would finish half our curriculum... I don't know if this is a blessing, or if I'm gonna need tutoring...

"Now now ! I didn't give you any permission to talk or open your phones ! I only said we weren't going to study anything" she says and they quiet down a bit.
I'm quietly observing to see what she does next.

"Let's play a game to get to know each other !"  The class laughs at her suggestion. They've all been together since the 1st grade probably, I'm the only one who's intruding...

She then goes on to explain the game , basically we go to the board and write a number, and the others need to guess what our relation is to the number. She starts the game herself, writing a 4 on the board.

We all try guessing what it has to do with her , but only one guy got it right , miss Sarah has 4 siblings.

After her turn was done she tries to get some girls and boys to try her game , but they don't want to.. I pity her , I stand up and head to the board , I take the marker from her saying "okay , I'm gonna write the most basic number ever ! And you have to guess what relation it has to me"

As I write the number I can hear snickers and chuckles coming from the back of the class , I act like I can't hear them and write a 1. They all try guessing but they all fail. Except one of the guys who was chuckling at me , 1 stands for January, I was born on January 4th.

I say thank you and I return back to my seat. Happy to have gotten some interactions.
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To my surprise lunch is right after first two periods ? In my last school we only had 10 min breaks between each subject. I guess this really is a blessing. I'm too lazy to go down three flights of stairs to eat , so I eat in the classroom, I take my lunchbox out and a book I brought to read in case things got boring.

Miss Sarah was still in the classroom, and she saw my book , "are you currently reading that book ?"she asked curiosity filling her eyes
"Yes , I'm gonna read it while eating" I say giving her a smile.
"Is reading your hobby ?" She asks
"Yes it is" I say trying to keep my replies short so she can leave me alone.

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I spent the whole break talking with miss Sarah. She's an interesting person, she talked to me about her resume and previous school , and I talked to her about my achievements, hobbies , and previous school. I like her.

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The school day passed by in a breeze , the teachers are nice , and they have excellent teaching skills , but they're going too slow for my comfort. Like for example , they split lessons into two parts , at my old school we'd take the whole lesson even if it was 20 pages long.

I know my old school sounds ruthless but our school terms were short , so instead of 3 months per term , we had only 2 and a 1/2 months to finish our curriculum, so we had to rush a lot of things.

As I'm waiting for the bus , a young girl speaks to me , "hey , you new here ?" She asks , "yes I am" I reply with a short smile , I'm tired and I'm not in the mood to talk. "What class are you ?"she asks again , " I'm a freshman, class 1-B" I say. "Cool , I'm Amanda , I'm still in middle school heh" she says smiling awkwardly.

Just then the bus arrives . Late enough , school ended an hour ago , literally...

New place , new life I guess..
I'll try to be the perfect girl this time, the one everyone wishes to have as a daughter...

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Thank you for reading 😋