Him For Her.

Second Period.

Carter's POV::

Class filled up pretty quick and the day's crowd seemed pretty chatty. All the freshmen were talking, which meant the seniors were talking, so everyone was talking. And, without really trying to notice, I caught sight of the same girl from earlier, and I saw that she had come in late again. In her left hand, she carried a pink slip up by her shoulder, as she was holding onto the single strap of her bookbag. She had a late excuse from the office that would gave her a plausible reason for not getting to class by the bell. It took them a minute before she had been freed to sit down, her and our teacher seemed to have been discussing something. It had been something strange, seeing her come in late, and knowing that she had gotten to school in plenty of time. I saw her that morning in the cafe, I didn't understand why she would be late, but then again... I wondered why I was carrying on wondering about it. It didn't matter. I shouldn't care... And, I don't.

Soon enough, the girl sat down, taking her seat in the front, and class began. We started with the introduction to our first chapter in the class... Finance.

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Adriana's POV::

I peered inside the room, before actually taking my first step through the door. I was going to be late, this I knew. Also, that meant that I'd have to walk in while everyone was already there, which meant that I might have had an audience. I already get enough attention because of how skinny, small, and unhealthy I look. So, attracting more eyes, and being known as the girl who is always late to class... Let me just say, it's not what I want or need.

I had to walk all the way across the room to give my late pass to my teacher. She took it and welcomed me to sit down. But, only after she had asked a couple questions having to do with if I was okay and if I had been feeling sick. My teacher is very understanding of my 'problem'. I think she said something about her own child having some sort of disability of her own at some point... Some kind of learning disorder is what I assume it was.

Class seemed to start slowly. Everyone was still getting used to the school year and that included the teachers. So, having things a bit behind schedule wasn't too shocking. I just wished it would begin only a bit quicker. Things took off, of course, once we started the class. Our first chapter had been about Finance and basically everything that people would need to know about it. Our teacher started us by having us watch this boring video about how to manage your money. I guess it would be considered a fine video. I mean, if you like hand gestures. The lady on the video never keeps her hands in one place. And, I'm not even kidding, either. After the video, we had to take a note of what we picked up and we'd have a class talk about it. The majority of the class had only been key terms, cornell, and mental notes. The whole nine yards of displaying an educator's playground.

Of course, if I were to mention one great thing about this teacher, it would be that she doesn't call on you to answer a question. It's always your choice and up to you only. I mean, obviously, if one did decide to speak, they'd get extra points added, but I just like that out of the many that do.. She does not call on you. I'm not particularly shy... But, answering questions when you aren't expecting it, is kinda embarrassing.

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Carter's POV::

The class felt like it would never end. As we had been forced into watching some lady go into these mentally ill hand spasms, gesturing through every word she would say. I don't think she left her hands in the same place for even half a second. Not that she is actually ill, she just has a disturbingly annoying habit of explaining logic with her hands... To those who thought hand gestures were a good way to describe the emphasis of financial importance... You are dead to me. Please, just kill me now. After the video, it was time for note taking, and perhaps sharing thoughts. While we were free to take some time to discuss with our groups about the video, I had found myself staring off while my friends were doing their normal thing, talking crap about the freshmen. I suddenly get pulled away from my nonstop bored daze when I felt a hand drop on my shoulder, hard.