The Straight - Edge boy with the Pepsi Tattoo™

This is a story dreamt about. It is about a girl who runs away from England to a place of opportunity, America. But when she gets there things pan out really well. She then crosses paths with a boy but he isn't just a normal ordinary boy, he is special.

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23. The rest of the First Day

Next is geography, and I HATE geography. That is a fact. I am terrible. (I always have been, still am, and always will be!)

Our teacher is called Mrs. Worrall, and she is rather round and tall. It is very rare to find tall people that are actually obese. I'm not being judging or prejudice, just saying what I see. She frowns at us as we walk in and I start to get a shiver down my spine. I feel unwelcome and curious as to what she may say and do.

"Take your seats from last year class!" 

I then timidly tiptoe to her and say "Mrs. Worrall.... um... where should I sit because I have only just joined the school today?"

"IDIOT! TIME WASTER! CLUELESS! Where do you sit? I think the DETENTION ROOM! After the lesson, you will stay in at break time to apologise for acting so dumb. Sit at the front, here. This is a place where I can keep an eye on you.... NOW GO!" 

I walk calmly to my seat and don't show any sign of sadness. I don't shout, cry or whimper. I just quickly raise my eyebrows and people smile at me on my table. I shrug my shoulders with a confused expression on my face and dump my bag on the floor. A girl sitting next to me nudges me and whispers "You're brave," and I acknowledge. 

For the rest of the lesson, our teacher moans and whines saying how disgraceful we are and how she is so perfect, when really she couldn't be any closer to imperfection. I just pretty much slept with my eyes open throughout her 'lecture' until the bell rang. As soon as it rang, everybody cheered and ran out of class... except for me.

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