I felt several tears run down my cheek every time I looked at Ivana. I was so nervous. I prayed I didn't have any classes who's Ivana because I would not be able to bear it, I would have a mental breakdown because of all our memories. After our pricipal went over EVERYTHING and when I say everything I mean everything! He then told us we will spend the rest of the day running through our classes, so he then sent us to bell one. Bell one was 9th grade girls choir. I already knew I would be witnessing Ivana everyday in that class. Our choir instructer Miss Grandell was such a nice lady, but she never stopped speaking. I zoned out most of the time. She set up our new seating schedule and I was a soprana and so was Ivana, I dreaded finding out if I would sit next to her. Zahara I wished was also a soprano for my sake, but no she was an alto. I think I got caught praying that I wouldn't be placed by ivana because ms. Grandell stopped speaking. I heard voices and look up so see everyone staring at me. I was petrified. I put my face into my hands and ms. Grandell continued on with the seating chart.
