Maybe, You Can Save Me?

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"Wait Ashton!" Too Late. He already opened the door. "Hello?" "Hi, I'm Ashton! Oh, and that's my friend Michael!" "Hello Sir" I slowly followed Ashton into the room. Mr Goodwin, my old maths teacher, was starting at Us. I wanted to say something, but I had actually no idea what exactly. "Ah, Mr Irwin and Mr Clifford, Long Time, long time since I saw you for the last time, or? But it seems like you haven't changed at all? Right, now please take a seat and sit down. Mr Simpson has told me about you, so for today, I'll forget that you two came too late. I was about to say "sorry", but Ashton had already took my Hand and led me to a table in the back row. "Why this one?" "This has been my old Seat in year 10, don't you remember? Oh, sorry, Why should you? You couldn't know that..." Ashton seemed sad while he said this. But it was kinda true. Yeah, we were in the same class, but, I never really talked to him. Something I kinda regret now. "And that there used to be your place!" He pointed to a seat 3 rows in front of Us. He was right, it was really my old Seat. I looked around, it took a while 'til I realized that it was really our old classroom. "Oh, yeah" I sat down beside Ashton, who suddenly put his Hand Over something written on his table side. "What's There under your Hand?" "Nothing!!" His face slowly started becoming red. I've decided not to keep on asking, he should keep his "secret" if he wanted to...

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The lesson went by faster than it came. Even though I understood nothing they were talking about, Ashton looked so happy to be here. He was really the complete opposite of me. "Hey Ash, did you understand anything they said?" "Nope!" At first, I was confused, but then we Both ended up Laughing. We didn't even realize that someone came into the room. "Hey, you two, out of the classroom!" Its break time, every pupil gotta be outside now!" In front of Us was an elderly woman standing. The Old helmet hair cut, they grey Jacket which used to be White and these eyes that could kill. I'd always recognize them. Ms Stimbler. Aka The nightmare of my past school years. She hated me. I had no idea why, but what I knew was that we should better stand up now and leave the room. If there's one thing that every pupil here knew, then it was that you should never, really never, make Ms Stimbler angry. Or you'd end up Spending the next 10 weeks with cleaning the school House every weekend. "Wait, aren't you...?" "Come Ash, let's go!!!" I took his Hand and run as fast as possible out of the room