After my strange encounter with the cute Smith, I realized that I had to go to class. Problem: I didn’t get my scheduale. I found my way to the main office and a nice looking secretary looked at me.
“Can I help you?” She said.
“Well I’m new here and I need a scheduale.” I said nervously.
“Class started twenty minutes ago. Where have you been?”
“Well…um…” I stutterd un able and unwanting to answer.
“It’s ok. What did you say your name was?”
“Hallie.”
“What’s your last name?”
“Oh sorry…Ndoodle.” I sid while blushing at my own stupidity.
“Ndoodle…Ndoodle…here is your scheduale and here is your pass from the office.” She gave me the two pieces of paper that she rummaged out of a neatly organized file drawer. I caught a glimpse of Blair’s file. It was fatter and more over stuffed than any other one.was Blair a bad girl? Her disposition made her seem like a sweet little over privlidged girl from the Upper East Side.
“Thanks…Mrs. Cravle.” I said after glancing at the name on her desk.
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