"I still feel bad that we are not classmates." Louella complained.
"Does it matter? We're still together every break time," Cellestine consoled.
"It does matter." She then shook the arms of her friend. "We're not going to be table mates anymore." Louella continued to complain.
Cellestine just laughed at her friend's antics. They reached the third floor of the senior high building and eventually went their separate ways. Much to Louella's dismay.
Louella's classroom is to the right direction from the stairway, while Cellestine's classroom is in the last room to the left.
There are ten classrooms on this floor. All of which are the ten sections of second year senior high school. At both ends of the hallway are the restrooms and elevators.
The classroom of class ten, like other clas
