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Jace and i walked briskly to Biology class, he said he'd see me later and we parted ways. I took a deep breath and opened the class door, stepped in and almost died when i saw everyone staring at me. "Good morning", i greeted the teacher. He also had brown-colored hair like me and the same pouty lips. He looked about forty-five. "Morning miss. Please introduce yourself", he said. "In front of the class?", i asked, wide-eyed. He nodded. "Okay, uhm. My name is Tasha..Tasha Mac, i just moved from Las Vegas with my mom.", i said, smiling at nothing in particular. "Okay, miss Mac, i'm Mr. Hart. Please take a seat", he said, turning his back to write something on the board. I searched for any available seat and luckily, i saw one close to the window. Perfect. Suddenly, everywhere became pin-drop silent. I wondered why, i looked towards the door, then i saw why. She was like an angel, with dark-brown flowing hair, perfect tan skin, cute high cheekbones, chocolate-brown eyes. An aura of wealth and affluence was around her. Suddenly, she started walking towards me. Was that a glare on her face? I thought.
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"Hey!!", she barked. "You're in my seat". Whaaaaat. "Uhmm, I saw nobody here when i came", i said. "Look at the name inscribed right here", she said, pointing at a spot on the table. Melanie Hart, it read. "Oh, you're Melanie?", i asked dumbly. "No, i'm Beyonce, nice to meet you", she said, rolling her eyes. By now, the whole class was staring at us both. I didn't want to make any trouble on my first day of school, so i just got up and started looking for a new place to sit. Really? Name inscription? Who does that?, I said to myself. Her father must be stinking rich. I finally found an empty seat, i heaved a sigh of relief and set my ass down. Then, i looked to my left and saw a goofy-looking kid staring at me, grinning from ear to ear and wiggling his brows, trying to be..seductive?. I shuddered and brought out a jotter and a pen. Mr. Hart faced the class, then faced the board again and scribbled something on it. Cell, it read. "Who can tell me the two types of cell we have?", he asked. Everyone looked like they didn't know the answer, i glanced at Melanie who was looking at her fingernaiIs, then smiled to my self. Even the'queen bee' didn't know, i thought. I knew the answer but i didn't want to show off, so i kept my hands to myself. The teacher got impatient and told us the answer; prokaryortic and eukaryortic. "Prokaryortic cells are the complex cells while eukaryortic cells are the simple cells", he said. That's not correct, i thought. I put my hands up, he nodded. "Prokaryortic cells are simple while, eukaryortic are complex. You mixed them up", i said. Ooohs and aahs were heard from every corner of the class-room. Mr. Hart was staring at me with pure scorn, he looked very embarrassed. I shifted, uncomfortably in my seat. "Miss Mac, detention!", he barked. What? Detention on my first day of school? "No, i was trying to..." "Out!!!!", he said, pointing aat the door. I sighed loudly, packed my books into my bag and stood up.
