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So mad I can't even think

correctly. I hear my doormate yelling for me with my Algebra in one hand and my stuff in the other. I walked even faster to my Algebra class that was on the second

floor. Maybe getting to class and calming down would be the best thing for me to do right now. I wonder if this is a lie too. Endin up in Mrs.Greene's class early and my friend still on the lower floor , still yelling. I walked to the back and sat down and after some horrible realisation I had forgoten my sneakers and bag by the door. I swore to myself and bein interupted by my motherlike room mate , she walked down the aisle panting as hard as she could , and handed me my stuff I left in the dorm.

" Don't ever freaking do that again , we're going to talk about this whether you want to or not. And look you already made me tardy for the third time this week." I put my stuff under my desk as she left so agitated. I decied to put my socks on ,and just leave my shoes in front of me. My messanger bag was still in the aisle , if not picking it up my back-of-the-room-buddy would've stepped on. His name was Warener Adams , he always looked like he was going to an indie music concert. Always wore a tie-died Grateful Dead shirt he had on atleast a couple days at a time with some ripped blue jeans, the same colour of his eyes. His tousled black swayed hair came into view when he sat down next to me.