At Collège Françoise Dupont

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"Do you know your classroom?" Isabel asked, hoping that Alice was in hers.

"I believe I am in Professeur Bustier's class," Alice replied, panic racing in her veins.

Oh my god I'm late I'm late I'm late! were the only things going through the bespectacled girl's mind.

Isabel could not help but smile.

"Follow me."

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Alice paused before the classroom door before knocking.

She took a deep breath and faced the class.

Isabel walked to her seat and took out her textbooks. She gave a thumbs up to Alice, who seemed a little nervous. She reminded Isabel of her first day in college.

Alice frowned, looking away. She inhaled, ready to face her teacher's wrath.

"You must be Alice, the new student," she spoke gently. "It's ok to be late, it's your first day, after all."

Isabel nodded. For once she agreed with Professeur Bustier.

The professor turned to face the class.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Marie Alice Blackwood," she announced, pushing Alice forward. "She is a transfer student from England, please be kind to her."

With that, Alice walked to the back where an empty seat was conveniently located next to Isabel. Placing her bag down, she took a seat.

Isabel raised her hand up high. "Professeur, could I be Alice's buddy? I promise to show her around this school."

Professeur Bustier pursed her lips.

"Alright," she finally agreed.

Alice smiled meekly at Isabel before she pulled out her textbooks and started writing.

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