Kotlc in a high school context!

Chapter Two- You must be lost

The next class was music, and Sophie was suffering from intense boredom. For the first day of school, the class variety was unlucky. At least Dex was in this class with her. He definitely wasn't as good at music as he was at maths, but he still payed close attention to the teacher and stayed religiously on task the entire lesson, although he raised his hand less. Biana and Maruca weren't in this class, Sophie noticed with relief. 

The less bad energy, the better.

The teacher got out a massive amount of xylophones. "Class, lets play Beethoven on the xylophone!"

Sophie groaned inwardly as everyone immediately started aggressively pounding their mallets onto their instruments. The cacophony got more chaotic as the teacher started shrieking, "DON'T PLAY UNLESS I ASK YOU TO PLAY!" and everyone ignored her. Sophie massaged her temples. She could feel a headache coming on. 

 Luckily,  her bladder offered her the perfect escape route.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" she asked, raising her hand.

The teacher nodded, preoccupied with trying to find more xylophones for two students who didn't have them while the mangled melody almost pushed her beyond breaking point.

 Sophie made her way slowly down the corridor to where she had seen the bathroom when she walked past. She was in no rush to return to music.

It was a lovely bathroom, well lit with potted plants lining every imaginable surface, (including the floor and the roof. Ever heard of hanging plants?) but at this point she wasn't even surprised. After all, everything in this school was just so magnificent.

Washing her hands, she left the bathroom and started to amble towards the classroom. But it was soon obvious that she was lost.

Heart rate speeding up, she turned left and right, pivoting through identical corridors to the one her classroom was on. She forgot the number on the door... was it 101 or 110? Or even 111?

What if she missed the whole class? Her teacher would think she was skipping! That was a terrible impression to make on a first day. Increasing her pace, her converse squeaked on the tiled floor. The noise made her anxious.

She loosened an eyelash from her eyes, then flinched. She needed to break that terrible habit. At this rate, she'd have no eyelashes left and look like a baby wombat or something. She conjured up a photo of a wombat with her photographic memory. They actually had very thick eyelashes. 'A baby bird then,'  she amended. 

She wished her photographic memory worked when it came to maths, but she suffered from a very rare condition called Dyscalculia, like dyslexia, but when it came to adding and subtracting and multiplying and dividing and everything to do with numbers.

Rounding another corner, lost in her thoughts as she tried to distract herself from her panic, she came across a boy slumped casually on a bench outside a formal looking office, gilded with gold. Swirly calligraphy on the glass labelled it as 'Principal Alina's personal chambers'

Sophie smiled. Only this school would call an office 'personal chambers.'

The boy was probably the most good-looking guy she had ever seen. A tanned, muscled arm peeked out of a plain white shirt, and he had tousled dirty-blonde hair and ripped black jeans. He was the picture of 'cool'. His defined jawline gave a flattering side profile to Sophie as she tried to psych herself up to ask directions back to her class.

But he spied her first.

His ice blue eyes seemed glued to her brown ones as he smirked a lazy smirk. "You must be lost."