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I won't bore you with all the grueling details of third and fourth hour, but I will tell you the absolute highlight of my day.

During fourth hour, which happens to be Mr. Jung's Algebra class, the class was taking a semester test, which I did not have to participate in considering it was my first day; therefore, Mr. Jung allowed me to go to the library and utilize my time more wisely. I happily obliged, not wanting to be stuck in a stuffy, silent classroom with a bunch of struggling testing students. Talk about a negative atmosphere.

As I was making my way down the hallway, a piercing voice stopped me in my tracks. "Excuse me, young lady. Where do you think you are going?"

I turn around, still shocked by the booming shrillness of her voice. "Uh, I was dismissed by Mr. Jung to go to the library bec-"

She cuts me off, stomping over to me in her clunky Santa's workshop elf-lookin shoes. "Skipping is not allowed here at Han Ko Seul High, missy. Your studies are to be taken seriously."

Her hawk-like claws gripped my elbow and began to drag me down the hallway in an uncomfortable shuffle. I could practically hear the rattling of the old hag's lungs. Thinking to myself how I managed to end up in another sticky situation, we finally reach the familiarity of the front office.

I hastily smile at the friendly secretary from this morning as the old woman gripping me yanks me forward into a much nicer room situated in the back of the office. The dark wooden door is shut behind me and I am faced with a short, plump, orange-tinted man. He peered up at me from his slumped position behind his desk.

I clear my throat, feeling suffocated by the tense atmosphere in the room. The Hawk finally releases her death grip from me yet never allows her beady hawk eyes to leave my dazed form.

The Oompa Loompa behind the desk clears his throat, fiddling with his rather large glasses that seems to glide off his face like water off a seals back, or your butt when you sit on a slippery toilet seat.

"What is going on, Ms. Nyung?" His voice surprisingly booms a low tenor- much deeper than I originally would have expected.

"I found this hoodlum trying to skip class. She was frolicking in the hallway without a care in the world, as if her studies mean nothing to her. The youth these days- I swear." Ms. Nyung, or as I prefer to call her: The Hawk, screeches, flapping her bony arms.

I scoff, fed up with this poppycock I am hearing. "Actually, sir, Mr. Jung excused me from class to visit the library." I keep my composure calm- or as calm as I can possibly manage right now.

"Why should we believe you? You are just a child. All you are good for is being deceitful little conniving creatures." The Hawk's crusty lips practically creak as she talks.

"Ms. Nyung has a point, Miss..."

"Mei Lee Chung." I clench my fists, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. I can't stand being accused for something I didn't do.

"Miss Mei Lee Chung. I would rather believe an adult than the words from a child's mouth; therefore, I am going to let you off easy since it is your first day here, but if you act up again, I won't be so keen to let you off. After school detention today. Now, get back to class." My cheeks heat up, every fiber in my being fighting to keep me from lunging at both the orange man and the Hawk.