The Start of what is.

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   Elas pov

                 "I know I shouldn't be arguing with my teacher right now, but he doesn't need to know my last name. "Okay that sounded pathetic." I thought to myself.

                "You students get worse and worse!" Mr.Nor complains.

               "What about you teachers?!" I snap. My sass going out of proportion.

               "That's it!" Mr.Nor shouts. Just as someone walks into the class.

Mr.Nor! You are not to yell at the students!” The man yells.

  “Sir. She was talking back.” Mr.Nor argues.

  “Was she talking back class?” The man questions.

“No!” The class shouts, all except.

“What’s it to you?” Lana screams.

“Why are you screaming?” The man asks.

“Because!” Lana replies continuing to scream.

“Lana to my office!” The man who I believe to be, the principle demands.

“My dad will be hearing of this!” Lana shouts stomping her feet.

“We know the drill.” The “Principle” sighs.

“Whatever you say Lana.” The “Principle” sighs exiting the room.

“You’re lucky.” Mr.Nor snarls.

“Oh and Mr.Nor I want to see you in my office. You have twenty minutes exactly.” The Principle informs Mr.Nor.

“Yes sir.” Mr.Nor huffs. Heading to his chair.

“Okay, here Liam. Give one to Ela.” Mr.Nor finally gives in.

“Thank you.” I thank Liam, just as the bell rings.

“What do you have next?” Liam asks me.

“I have gym. I really hope we have football!” I cheer. My curly brown hair waving back and forth.

“That sucks! I have math!” Liam whines.

“Well I’ll see you.” I quickly say goodbye, running to class.

“Bye!” Liam shouts, laughing.

                -In class-

“Miss.Ela!” My gym teacher, Mrs.Eth yells.

                “Here Sir!” I shout, from the back of the class.

                “Well finally! A girl who will talk!” My teacher exclaims.

                “Hey!” Lana whines.

                Seriously Lana, Lana’s here!

                “Lana you just complain.” Mrs.Eth retorts.

                “Moving on. We’re going to play badminton today, girls’ maybe you’ll actually play!” Mrs.Eth shouts.

                Next thing you know, a group of guys start walking up to me. They’re all different in heights and muscle.

                “Hey, you want to be on our team?” A guy with brown hair in a quiff asks me.

His eyes are like the ocean, and he has actual muscles, and isn’t super skinny. 

   

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