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Mrs. Garcia with a new hair color. And I must say, it looked great!

"Hello." She greeted. "I'm Mrs. Garcia." She explained to all of the freshman how she is a coach and the rules of her class. She went on and on about how she grades on participation and effort.

"Okay, now. I need the sophomores, juniors, and seniors to line up. Each freshman get into groups of six and find a sophomore, junior, or senior to be your leader." Mrs. Garcia instructed.

"This is the worst part." Genesis said.

I nodded in agreement.

A group of freshman approached us. They'd fit in perfectly with most girls here.

"Okay, now they are going to show you the locker room, foyer, and fitness field. They will also show you how to open a locker, so pay attention, freshman." She dismissed us with a wave of her hand.

The seniors took to the foyer, juniors to the fitness field, and sophomores to the locker room.

"Okay." Gen said, "Do any of you know how to open a locker like from middle school?"

"I do." A blue eyed, dainty girl said.

"Please show us." Gen said.

The girl fumbled with the lock. After about five minutes of attempting to open it, she gave up. The rest started laughing.

"It's only a locker." I defended the girl.

"I know." She sighed, sitting on the bench.

I showed them how to open it and Gen showed them how to close it. Only two girls were willing to try after we showed them three times. And both girls opened it.

Finally, third period ended, and I headed to Mr. Marts for math.

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