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room 903

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room 903—also known as the room where 'dreams are made'—is the room where the competition between mr. chang and mr. henriksen will be carried out each day. when we come in the day after the first, there are white boards everywhere on the walls. instead of the small algebra room we were cramped into yesterday—room 703—we're in this huge college-like room with seats and rows and stairs...

"welcome, juniors! welcome to—" mr. henriksen greeted, throwing his hands up and pointing to everything.

"the place where dreams are made, blah, blah, blah." a group of of kids near the front say, looking for a seat where they can all sit and keep 'blah, blah, blahing'.

i climb to the highest seats and drop my bag on the floor. i'm near this little corner where it's nice and dark... perfect for a nap. i can see rowan take a seat with that group in the near front. he smiles at all the girls there, too. i should've known. man whore, i whisper under my breath, studying him as he takes out his things.

i need to take a breather. it's only the second day of school and i'm already broken-hearted. 

"not you again." i hear. i look around and see his majesty, felix von ihop.

i look at him once and he's already rolling his eyes, tapping his pencil on the top of his desk. it's not like i'm just following him around or something. i actually wanted to sit here, okay. who knows?maybe he's following me.

"what are you doing here?" i asked him, flashing him my award-winning 'get out' look. "torturing me yesterday wasn't enough for you and you want more?"

"it's called 'i go to this school', darling, and it's not like i knew you were gonna sit here!" he retorted.

"sure..." i trail off. 

he rolls his eyes and focuses on what mr. henriksen is saying instead. i pick up my stuff and try to switch seats but unfortunately for me, mr. henriksen decides to look up. he gives me a 'go back to your seat' and i can already hear rowan saying how 'bad' i am. ugh, give me a break. when i go back to my annoying, unfortunate seat, felix vongrimmelannoyingston is chuckling and tapping his pencil, trying to be cool and what not.

i decide to blow off some steam. big time.

"hey," i say to him, picking up his pencil, "is this your pencil?"

"yeah," he nods, "i wouldn't be holding it if it weren't..."

i grab and fling it across the room. oh and guess what? mr. henriksen. wasn't. looking. have a nice trip down those stairs, felix vongrimmelsucksforyou. oh, and try not to trip will ya?

he gives me a look and stands up to get his pencil. he ends up with a worst fate than me. 

"mr. vongrimmelhausen!" mr. henriksen yells, standing up from his seat and even taking of his fancy, old-teacher glasses, "sit. down."

looks like rowan has new prey.

ten points for room 903.