Chapter 3: First class

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'Hmm...Locker 413..Where is that thing?' Zoe thought to herself walking next to the rows of lockers.'400,401,402,403,404,405...I must be near..410,411...Here it is..FINALLY!' she opened the locker setting the password and grabbing the needed supplies for her first class...Or geography. Geography was never her favourite. And she was already late...Oh, joy...

 When she reached the classroom she knocked on the door and slightly opened it with a slight creak.

 "Yes?" a woman that looked like she was in her mid-forties answered with an annoyed tone.

"Um...Hello...Sorry, but...Uhh...Is this Mrs.Hailey's classroom? My name is Zoe and I am here for the geography class and I-" Zoe started rambling without even realising it.

"Yes, this is my classroom. And you are late so shut up and take a seat wherever. I don't care. You are late. That is why you get detention. Right after classes come here." The teacher cut her off.

"Bt Mrs It's my first day here and I had to get my schedule and find my locker and-"Again Zoe got cut off by the teacher.

"Blah blah blah. You should have hurried up. Take a seat and shut up Miss Zoe"The teacher had zero to no chill whatsoever. Zoe walked to one of the seats at the back. Some of the girls near her were whispering. She heard her name in the conversation but decided not to bug in, because she was probably going to get into even more trouble. The teacher did notice them, but she didn't say anything.

Throughout the whole class, Zoe just kept on doodling in her notebook and taking minimal notes on everything that is important. Finally after 40 minutes in one of Hell's deepest holes the bell rang and all the students grabbed their stuff and started leaving the room. Zoe being the last one.

"Miss Burnett. Remember to meet me after  school."The teacher reminded her.

"Yes, Mrs." Answered Zoe while exiting the room.



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