At 8:30 AM, I strutted into my first class. No, not like a chicken or dinosaur, mind you. I strutted like a supermodel into classroom B-2, which was History. Ugh, history is so boring!
There were a few empty desks and, of course, no one was glancing my way.
Finding a place next to a tall, slender guy with short hair, I thought about what sports team he was on. I sat next to him and placed my pink binder on the floor, which was filled with colored notebook paper.
Just as I was about to introduce myself to him, the bell rang, signaling that this class would begin.
I sighed and looked over at the teacher, who was standing in front of a whiteboard, writing her name down. Mrs. Clancy. What a name. She was a short, older woman with her gray hair up in a bun. She faced us and introduced herself, then took role call, and passed out the syllabus.
Geez, this class will need more entertainment. I eventually dozed off.
A/N: That's all for today, but it's getting somewhere! Hope you guys will still enjoy it!
~Leopardclaw
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The Sass War
HumorSamantha Mueller is bringing her strongest weapon to Gardenview High School: sass. She plans to use this weapon to overcome the other girls in the school in order to earn the attention of the boys. But when the cheekiest girl instigates a Sass War...
