"Please follow me, Miss Lorie." People's heads naturally turn to me. This session—or whatever you want to call it—is a pleasant surprise. But, one by one, they lose interest and return to their own worlds, sighing with satisfaction that they weren't the first to be called.
We walked out of the classroom. I merely trail behind her as she goes ahead of me. Why was it necessary for us to be called at random? Miss Matilda had to let me go first out of all of my classmates. I see I'm still clutching the black paper she handed us. My thoughts return to the question. I'm not sure why this is necessary.
My bangs grow so fast. I need to trim it a little, because I don't. I completely won't see anything but dark.
I raised my eyes to check what direction we were heading. We appear to be making ou
