Guidence counselor – waste of time. Actually, since it got me out of class, it was okay. But not even the good okay. The that-was-the-most-boring-thing-in-my-life okay.

Next class, next class.. yes, it’s two weeks into school and I’m still using my schedule handout – sue me.

Mm, Our Human Heritage, a.k.a. Social studies – more torture.

7, yes I counted, 7 seconds after I got into the room the bell rang. This was a big deal to me – every single day I’ve been late to this class – but not today!

“I made it!!” I exclaimed. “Gabby! Gabby-Gabby-Gab-”

“What?!”

“I made it.” I replied with a conceided smile.

She chuckles and turns around – suprisingly. Shes the one who always made fun of me for being late. Oh crap, I still have to get my homework out.. I think as I put all my stuff on the empty desk beside me and pull out my homework.

“Oh, are you the one that’s supposed to switch into here?” my teacher askes somebody who popped in the door. I turned my head out of curiosity..

..Serina.