tellerortiz
Daydreamer
Amalia unlocked her door, almost falling when it opened. She quickly grabbed her backpack with all of her books in it, and shut the door on her way out.
Now, where is my schedule? She thought to herself. Her hands roamed in each pocket as she walked down the hallway.
Her hand collided with a piece of slightly crumpled paper. She retrieved it, unwadding it. Math is first. Amalia groaned. She dispised math. Walking down the hall, she entered the classroom. Nobody was in there. She made her way to the back, sitting in the second to last seat as she waited for everyone to begin coming into the classroom.
Now, where is my schedule? She thought to herself. Her hands roamed in each pocket as she walked down the hallway.
Her hand collided with a piece of slightly crumpled paper. She retrieved it, unwadding it. Math is first. Amalia groaned. She dispised math. Walking down the hall, she entered the classroom. Nobody was in there. She made her way to the back, sitting in the second to last seat as she waited for everyone to begin coming into the classroom.