January 22 2000
Could this day get any worse? The first day back at school and I had forgotten my pen. I fumbled through my bag pulling out all of the crumpled pieces of paper in the hope that a pen might have been hiding.
No luck. Great.
I sighed wanting to go home.
It was then that the girl sat down in front of me. She must have recently enrolled at this school, I didn't recognise her at all. Her glossy light brown hair curled down her spine. She turned around her blue eyes twinkled as she smiled at me. "Hi" She said, "I'm Bella... I'm new here. This is maths right?".
"Finn," I replied " and yes, this is maths. Get ready for the longest hour of your life" .
Bella chuckled. "Thanks for the warning".
It was then that my maths teacher walked in, slamming the door to receive silence.
Immediately, I grabbed my books placing them neatly on the coal-coloured desk. It was pretty pointless really, after all I didn't have a pen.
Bella scrunched up a piece of paper and placed it on my desk, not moving her gaze from the teacher. I picked up the white, crumpled paper and noticed something buried inside it. A pen. I opened up the paper and saw a handwritten note.
I couldn't help but notice that you needed a pen-Bella.
Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.
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