By the time I got to my first class which was Advanced Mathematics, almost half of the period was gone; thanks to Henri’s morning appetite, Principal Finn’s stern lecture, and Mrs. Malaya’s friendly, but lengthy explanations of how the school worked.
I mentally prepared myself, still somewhat annoyed by my earlier encounter with the coppery haired boy. I wasn’t sour because he –barely knowing me at all, had given me a rude impression, but because I –like an i***t, had simply stared instead of retaliating with an even more intimidating look.
There was no need to knock or open the door of the classroom, because it was already swung ajar, so I simply stepped in; as expected, silencing both the teacher –Mr. Hans and the students, who were most likely already bored out of their minds, and wer
