Ding! The bell went. Time to go to 3rd hour. I actually found my 2nd hour by myself. I didn't even have to text Anastasia.
My second hour class is Algebra and my teacher is Ms. Jones. She might be the meanest teacher
I have this year. She is short and have stiff weave. I think the reason she's mean because she is not married like 95% of the teachers here.
Now my 3rd hour is Spanish. I thought in my head. Room 160, room 160. I feel someone staring at me as I'm finding my next class.
I turn around just to see a tall boy walking behind me. Maybe he's walking to his class. I thought. Don't get nervous Camryn, it's probably nothing.
Wow. I can't seem to find my 3rd hour. Instead of texting Anastasia, I will call her.
The phone is ringing, ringing, ringing.
"Hello." Anastasia said, in a whisper.
"I'm lost. I can't find my 3rd hour. And why are you whispering?"
"Because I'm handling business right now. What's the room number?"
"What busine- you know what, never mind but room 160."
"It's upstairs, remember, the room numbers that start with 1 is upstairs, the room numbers that start with 2 is downstairs, and the room numbers that start with 3 is in the basement." She said, very fast.
"Okay, thanks."
She hung up before I could even finish saying 'thanks'. I wonder what she's doing and why is it a secret. Well I can't worry about that right now. I got to find my Spanish class.
As I'm going up the stairs, the same tall boy who was walking behind me, was still behind me.
Maybe we're in the same class. Yeah, we gotta be in the same class.
Ding! The bell went.
"Ughh! I'm late on the first day!" I screamed out loud.
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