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      I grudgingly made my way through the halls of hell, hitting backpacks every once in a while, some moving, others not willing to budge. I grumbled at the annoying teens surrounding me, not letting me down the stair case to get to the office.

     After a couple of outbursts I finally found the gloomy doors of the main office and home of the principal of Lauter-Dale high-school.

     My heel boots clicked against the linoleum floors as I made my way into the carpeted room. I was more than mad once I finally made my way in there. Ten minutes to get from point A, to point B was infuriating. Especially when it's a five foot journey.

      The front-desk-lady was bored as she handed me my schedule for the year, not missing a beat when she told me that I couldn't come to the office between school hours.

      I gave her the fakest smile I could muster before turning on my heel and walking out of there as fast as I could. I couldn't help but look around after the doors slammed shut behind me; the walls where all beige and the doors where all different colors as I walked down the hall to my first class.

      Yellow was the first color that blinded me as I found the right room number leading to an AP Calculus class that was calling my name.

      Oh, how I loved math. Not.

      One of the many things I scraped by was math and all its cousins, like geometry.

      I walked through the doors and sat in the empty seat next to a burly, lumber jack, plaid wearing, muscular looking man next to me who looked like he's had this class for five years to many. His facial hair was overgrown and unkept with a comical amount of food stuck in its curls.

     I couldn't help but laugh when some fell out equivalent to a whole sandwich that he probably saved for later.

     Beards might as well be called the universal mans-purse due to how much it carries.

      The man turned around once he heard my snickering and gave me a loon of disgusts that I couldn't help but return. "What the hell are you looking at?" He said, directing it at me.

      Wow, the first conversation I have with an American was with a hairy bafoon?

      "What did you call me!?" He yelled, getting up scraping his chair along the tile flooring. The loud noise catching the attention of the students in the classroom. Did I say that out loud?

     I couldn't think straight when he stood up; all 6'7 of him towering over my petite figure as I shrunk down in my chair. "Mans-Purse!" I blurted in a panic as the man rose a fist in my direction.

      Really Bella, you couldn't have yelled anything different?

      I scrambled to get out of my chair as fast as I could before he struck, I waited for his blow but it never came. I opened one eye to see the teacher looking down at me with worried eyes.

      "Honey, are you okay?"

      I nodded, looking in burly-mans direction to see him sitting in his chair, shooting daggers at me. I got up and sat back in my chair after the teacher went back to the front of the classroom.

      "Alright, now that that's over, lets get started shall we?" Mrs. Adams announced eagerly, met with a bunch of groans from the students around me.

I gave off a nervous laugh as the brute next to me grunted as he gave me a look that could send me to hell.

53 nervous minutes later the bell finally sounded and I bolted out of there as fast as I could. A girl ran up to me as I half ran, half walked out of math. I recognized her as the girl who sat behind me; she had wavy light brown hair and blue eyes. She was tall, and I noticed her lean body as she approached me. I had to look up at her to met her eyes.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just want to say thank you."

I cocked my eyebrow up. "What do you mean?"

"He was picking on me until you called him out, so thanks for doing that." She said warmly. "Do you want to sit with me at lunch?" She added.

I gave her a grateful nod. "Yea, I would really appreciate that."

She smiled and took my phone out of my grasp in a nano second. I didn't even have time to blink before she handed it back to me. "There, now you have my number."

And with that she walked away, leaving me dumbfounded at her boldness. I took a glance at my phone and smiled, at least I know where I'm sitting today.

      612-615-2229~ aka: future bestie (: