I walk into my third hour a few seconds late. "Good morning class. Welcome to health. Happy Thursday," my teacher, Ms. Bloomburg, or the Iceberg, as she is more infamously known, says. I quietly take my seat in the second row.
"Ms. Johnson, I presume you have a late pass?"
"No, mam, I don't."
"Oh, well, in that case, I will see you in detention. Oh! And happy birthday. Okay class, now that we are done with all the interruptions, please turn to page five."
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Anger, Love, and Loss
Fiksyen RemajaSarah was just living her normal high-school life, (Fight with sister, hang out with friends, etc.) when it starts to pour downhill, until a boy comes and turns it around.
