"Are you Miss Burnonchavitz?"
"In the flesh," she says boldly, "who are you?"
"Emily Crossfield,... like I said earlier." I honestly don't think that I will come to like Rose. Ever.
She looked at her watch and said in the most know-it-all way: "Hmmm, 12:57 P.M., time for fourth period in three minutes. Who's your fourth period teacher?"
It took me a few minutes to translate what she said. I scurried to my schedule and read aloud " 'fourth period; Mr. Clark; room 213; hallway five.' I guess I have Mr. Clark."
"I have Mrs.Choquette. Let me see that schedule" I handed her my schedule, an expression of annoyance creeping into my face.
"Hmmm, oh well, you don't have any classes with me so that means that you'll be on your own, New Kid."
"You'll be on your own" did she mistake me for a childish kid? I don't think anyone would mess with a six- foot- tall freak like me. A bell the sound of a clock tower chimed '1:00'. The sudden bang on I jumped out of my spot on the bed and slammed my chin on the counter of the vanity. Rose laughed so hard and I just lay on the ground, in the fetal position, rubbing the bruised area of my chin.
"Come on, get your uniform on quickly, and go down to Mr. Clark's room." and then she ran out of the door with a few binders and a pencil pouch.
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Humanity's Weapon
Teen FictionA young girl joins a school far away from her normal life. No one knows her past except her. This story includes likeable characters, a mysterious villain, and an empowering plot that will have you on the edge of your seat during the fight scenes.
