<Isabella's POV>
Ms. Hérderváry was an old friend, but she could also be a good bodyguard. Beware! The killer Frying pan~
"Isa, take a seat next to Charlotte." Elizabeta gestured towards a blonde-haired girl, her face was heavily accented with make up and the smell of perfume was intoxicating.
"So, hey, my name is Charlotte. Nice to meet you." She had that 'popular' girl accent and air. This is going to be a long day.
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History was my first subject, obviously taught by Elizabeta. Next was math... So on and so forth. But the last subject was Music, and I was quite surprise to see another old friend of mine, Roderich.
"Ah, guten tag, Maria, Isabella, and Samantha. So I see zhat jou are going to be studying undzer my class." Roderich adjusted his glasses and pointed towards the three seats found on the left side of the room. "Vell, take a seat."
We nodded and briskly walked towards the chairs, earning a few weird glances and stares from the other student. I brushed it off and took my seat next to...
"Hey, bae~"
Charlotte.
I groaned quietly but took my seat besides lil'miss Prissy.
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It's short, I know. At least I updated *^*
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A Fighting Chance //D I S C O N T I N U E D//
FanfictionMy last story got deleted and I forgot my plot for it. So I decided to use the same title except with a different plot. ~Chesca
