As the bell rang for second period to be over, I stumbled out of the room, only heading two doors down for English. 236, Ms. Rosenberg. I opened the door, this one wasn't locked. I went to the middle row, center seat.
"Um, excuse me, but that's my seat." a high, squeaky voice perked.
I looked at the girl.
Morgan.
"Oh," I said."Do you want me to move?"
She just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Morgan sauntered over to the next seat.
I slipped the yellow English notebook out of my bag and looked at the board.
Find the square root of pi?
Wait a second, I thought.
I looked at the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, with a name tag that read 'Mr. Cornell'.
I opened my accordian folder and checked my schedule.
Room 263, Ms. Rosenberg.
Whoops.
"Um, excuse me sir?" I said meekly.
"You would like to answer the question?" he asked.
"It's 3.14 and I'm in the wrong room. I'm supposed to be in 263, with Ms.Rosenberg." I mumbled.
Mr. C glared and gestured toward the door.
I gathered my belongings and walked out of the room, still seeing the slight smirk of Morgan's mouth in my head.
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New Girl
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