Finnaly his schedule was fixed. He got the secretary to give him a note to excuse his tardiness. Since it took her forever to get his schedule done, he was now ten minutes late to homeroom. Hmmm, he thought to himself, room 220? Ah there it is. The door was shut, and he knew he would cause some disruption when he walked in. He could use that to his advantage. Putting on a charming smile he opened the door. He scanned the room for Katrina to make sure she knew, he knew she was in this class. Where is she? A flicker of doubt and frustration crossed his face and his heart sunk, but abrubtly he struck away any emotion and handed his note to the teacher. Mr. Collins, as that was the teacher's name, assigned him to a seat near the front. There were some goggly eyed girls staring at him, some boys throwing daggers and one empty seat in front of him. That's where he decided to fix his eyes. Little did he suspect the suprise and great fortune that would befall him.
 Cenendra · Tue Jun 26, 2007 @ 05:21pm · 1 Comments |
