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If you thought moving was bad the weekend was worse , you didn't get as much sleep as you thought you were going to , all you really did over the weekend was unpack or decorate your room. Today was going to be different though , today you would be going to your new middle school , granted you would either pass out with in the first 5 minutes of class or pull out your notebook and draw , but that was besides the point. You woke up and headed straight to the bathroom to shower and get dressed . Even though it was your first day at this strange school , you didn't really feel like trying to look pretty , so you went ahead and put on a purple striped sweater , jeans , and brown boots. You went down stairs to see your mom making your little sister look as pretty as possible , she was wearing a pink skirt , black leggings a light pink shirt , and black boots. While your hair was  frizzy , and messy , your  sisters was in a neat braid , you rolled your eyes , " come on (s/n) , we don't have time to look pretty , we're gonna miss the bus!" , your mom gazed at you , " the bus? Oh no , no , I'm dropping you off ". You let out a small growl at this , "fine , whatever , I just don't wanna be late on my first day, that's all" , you stated . After what felt like years of getting your sister ready , you finally got into the car and headed for your new school , you were a little surprised , that your school wasn't too far from your home as well. You strapped on your backpack , and exited your car , " have a good day at school , and remember , I'm only going to pick up your sister , you're walking home , okay?" ,  Your mom yelled , " okay , love you!" , you yelled back , she drove off ,  you walked to the building , as you passed it you read the sign on the front of the school , or 'skool' in your case , you stopped and silently mumbled to yourself , " the sign is misspelled".
You poorly made your way to the office and grabbed your schedule , "okay , the first class I have is Ms. Bitters , room 202" , you said to yourself while searching for room 202. Once you found the classroom , you slowly opened the door , inside you saw a class full of kids and Ms. Bitters , she had white hair , a long , black , dress and she was very tall for a person , "umm , is this Ms. Bitters class?" You asked , "yes" , she grumbled under her breath , "come to the front of the class , now" . The teacher frightened you a bit but nonetheless you stepped forward , "class , this is our newest student , her name is (y/n)" , Ms. Bitters said in a very bored and unexcited tone , 
"(Y/n) , if you have anything to say , say it now , because after this moment , I don't wanna hear another sound from you!" She hissed , as she slithered over to her desk , "umm, hi, I'm (y/n), I just moved here, and I like to draw...". Ms. Bitters rolled her eyes, "thank you (y/n), that was horrible, now you will sit behind...." She scanned her fingers across the classroom, until she pointed at a green kid, that stood out compared to the others , how did you not notice him? "Zim, you'll sit behind him , and zitta, you will be going to the underground classroom. Before you knew it the girl originally sitting behind Zim was now gone , quickly you took your seat , this skool was terrifying.

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