Ring! Ring! First period began at 8:15 and all of the students scattered from left to right looking for their classes. I saw one girl fall over and dropped all of her books and no one seemed to care at all. I went over to her and helped her up. She looked up and said thank you with a small grin on her face as if she were trying to cover up a huge smile. As I helped her up and handed her her books I saw about 5 cuts on her wrist. I assumed it wasn't a good time to ask why she did it. I asked her which class she was going to but I didn't even know how to get around. She said " M412 " and I saw that I had the same class with her. We saw a teacher nearby and we said hello and asked him where the class was. At this time we were already about 5 minutes late.
The teacher looked at us and asked to see one of our schedules. I handed him mine and he said to make a left up the hall, make a right, Go up 2 flights of steps and It would be the first door to the left. The teacher handed me schedule back and I said thank you. He walked right back into his classroom and on the sign next to his door read " Language Arts Mr. Harold ". I didn't really care that his last name was a first name.
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