"Freya?", Freya's head turned around to see who it was, "Kizzy!, I thought you'd be around here somewhere" she said. Kizzy is the sort of person who, although has the punk hair and piercings, still goes home to sit in a food coma while watching glee surrounded by half eaten creamy kisses. "why are you sat on the ground?", Kizzy asked. "I can't tell her about Liv, she wouldn't understand and would probably just break out into weird simultaneous song with random people and take the piss if I did...", Freya shook her head, "crap, I need to say something", "I um, was just waiting for you and my legs were hurting so i er just sat down" she forced the words out of her mouth while looking at the gravel. "Freya, you do know it's below zero out here?", Kizzy said, "you're such a fucking weirdo...".
"oof", Liv let out as she ran straight into Mr Garrison, luckily he was too awkward to say anything, and she carried on running while apologising under her breath. Past the old science block, past the weird looking boys who had egos like Tyra Banks forehead, past that angry looking teacher with no hair who resembled an unhappy egg. She ran up the path leading to the music block and looked around "where is she... I can't see her anywhere" she thought. Suddenly the bell rang. "crap, maths".
As she reached Miss Tappah's classroom she saw Libby who called out to her, "any luck?", Liv shook her head and walked into the room to get ready for learning how to "rationalise surds". Miss Tappah told everyone to get out their calcs and everyone sighed. "I am not in the mood for maths" Liv thought, who was she kidding, she was never in the mood for maths. She could hear someone muttering something under their breath, "to rationalise the surd, you must first rationalise yourself", "easier said than done", she thought as she tried to make sense of the page full of squiggles infront of her.
Freya and Kizzy were also heading to maths, but they were in no rush to get there. They made several stops at lockers and both turned up to their seperate lessons 15 minutes late. Kizzy opened to the door to her set and saw Miss Qualitystreet trying to control the class. She didn't exactly bother to get out her books and instead half listened to other conversations going on in the room, one in particular caught her attention, "yea, apparently LOUTER is real", "louter, what is louter? Or who?" Kizzy thought, images rushing through her mind. She had to find out.
