Dear Harry, | h.s |

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I walked into the school hall, the coldness of the air engulfing my uncovered legs. Goosebumps arise on my skin as I made my way to the clerk.

"Hi, I'm looking for my schedule?" I greeted the lady in her late 40's.

"Are you Jane Sapphire Florence?"

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Your schedule is somewhere here, wait." Her hands moved, scattering all the papers on her desk. "Ah here it is," she exclaimed, handing me my schedule.

"Thank you, have a good day, Margaret," I smiled, reading her name tag. "You too, dear."

I started walking to my locker, it's number 13. The hallway is pretty deserted since it's 9 a.m. making it easier for me to find it. I put my things into my locker, shut it and looked for class 7. upon reaching the class, I entered and the teacher looked up from his desk and his eyes bore into mine.

I quietly walked to his desk, handing my form to him. He scanned the paper and he was about to stand up and say something to the class, but I whispered to him, "no, don't introduce me. I don't like being stared at." He clicked his tongue and agreed, telling me where to sit. I was as if a deer caught in the headlights. Students whispered, girls eyeing me up to down, guys snickering. But the guy where I was supposed to sit next right to didn't even spare me a glance. Instead he looked outside of the window, he watched as raindrops on the window race. I sat down, taking my sweater off, stuffing it into my drawer. I put on my glasses and looked in front, at the board not bothering the creepy glares from the pretty girls.

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OKOK so this is my first fanfic and I think this sux. lol okay bye.

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-Farah