Okay, walk, walk, walk, turn left, walk, walk, walk, go upstairs, turn right, walk, walk. Macie walked into the room.

“Uhh…. is this Biology 1?” she asked a girl who looked like she was a freshman.

“Are actually talking to me??” said the girl in a disgusted voice, apparently she wasn’t a freshman…

She walked out of the room, and then the bell rang. Well, great day to make good impressions. She was going to be late for Biology. Well, all she could do was hope for the best.

Finally, after five minutes later of frantically searching for her classroom, she thought she found it.

“And why are you soo late, Ms. Freedman?” And how did this teacher already know her name??

“Detention??” she guessed.

“You read my mind.” Mr. Wells said sourly.