"B10! B10! WHERE THE HELL IS THIS DAMN ROOM?", YELLED JET.

                                    SHE WAS ROAMING ABOUT IN CIRCLES FOR THE LAST 10 MINUTES.

                                   'BRILLIANT. FIRST DAY LATE APPEARANCE ,WILL GET PICKED OUT THE MOST IN CLASS, WILL GET INTO THE TEACHERS BAD BOOKS. BRILLIANT START TO A TERM. THAT'S ALL I NEED', SHE THOUGHT GLOOMILY.

                                   'WELL ATLEAST EVERYONE WILL LOOK UP WHEN I ENTER. SPENDING TWO WHOLE HOURS ON MY HAIR LAST NIGHT NIGHT WON'T BE SUCH A MESS AFTER ALL.'

                                   SHE WONDERED HOW ALL HER FRIENDS WERE DOING. THEY WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE THEIR CLASSROOMS ON THE SAME FLOOR CLOSE ENOUGH. SHE ON THE OTHER HAND WAS THREE WHOLE FLOORS ABOVE THEM.

                                   'MAYBE I COULD TELL THEM THEM I HAVE ACROPHOBIA. OR HOW ABOUT A FAKE DOCS CERTIFICATE SAYING THAT I SHOULD TAKE IT EASY.

                                   'OH NO! THAT JUST PUT ME OFF THE BASKETBALL AND LUCY WILL BEAT THE HELL OUTTA ME! WHAT WAS RON TELLING LAST NIGHT?

                                   SOMETHING ANBOUT THE LAYER OF AIR GETTING THINNER AS YOU GO UP? YUP! GOT IT!  MRS. TANNER, IN THE EVENT OF MY DAUGHTER DAMAGING HER LUNGS DUE TO THE IMMUTABLE STRUCTURE OF THE ATMOSPHERE, AND THEREFORE RUINING A POTENTIALY GREAT CAREER I REQUEST YOU TO KINDLY ACCOMADATE THE STUDENTS TO A CLASSROM ON A LOWER FLOOR, PREFERABLY THE FIRST. SHE WOULD OF COURSE GET THE NOTE SIGNED FROM ONE OF HER PALS....

                                    SHE WAS BUSY DREAMING ABOUT THE JOYOUS REUNION WITH HER GIRLS WHEN SUDDENLY A GUY BUMPED INTO HER. OVER WENT HER BOOKS.

                                    "WOAH SORRY!", HE GRINNED. "NOT A PROBLEM", SHE SIGHED.

                                     THEY BENT OVER TO PICK UP HER BOOKS. SOME OF HER ARTWORK SPREAD OUT.

                                    "YOU ARE INTO ART STUFF?" ASKED THE GUY.

                                    "AHA!" SHE SAID FILLED WITH PRIDE. 

                                     ''THESE ARE MY MASTERPIECES".

                                    "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME. THESE ARENT WOTH A PENNY. MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO AND SELL THEM OFF ON WALL STREET AND WITH THE MONEY BUY A NEW CANVAS",HE SAID POMPOUSLY.

                                    "EXCUSE ME? DO U KNOW WHOM I AM?", SHE ASKD CLEARELY TAKEN ABACK.

                                    "NO I DONT. DOES IT MATTER?", HE ASKED.

                                    "OH YOUR IMPOSSIBLE!", SHE YELLED STOMPING OFF.

                                     "B10!!! FINALLY GOTCHA!",SHE YELLED. SHE FLOPPED HER BAG DOWN.

                                     THERE STILL TWO MINUTES FOR THE TEACHER TO ARRIVE. SHE WAS IN FOR A SHOCK AS THE SAME GUY WHOM SHE MET IN THE CORRIDER TOOK A SEAT NEXT TO HER.

                                    "HEY..", HE BEGAN.

                                     BUT JUST THEN THEIR TEACHER WALKED IN.  

                                     "DON'T YOU WANT YOUR PAPERS?", HE CALLED.

                                     "MAYBE YOU SHOULD KEEP THEM", SHE YELLED, "SELL THEM AT WALL STREET FOR A MILLIONS OF DOLLARS YES THATS THEIR WORTH AND THEN MAYBE YOU CAN BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING WHICH WILL QUALIFY AS A TEE SHIRT?", SHE YELLED BACK.

                                      "WOAH KEEP YOUR HAIR ON LADY. I WAS KIDDING OUT THERE. YOUR DRAWING ARE GOOD BUT THEY CAN BE BETTER. SEHUN BY THE WAY. I AM THE PRESIDENT OF THE ART CLUB. MEETING TODAY AT THREE. HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE....."

                                  "JET......" SHE ANSWERED.

                                  "OKAY JET SEE YOU."

                                   LATER AFTER THE LECTURES, SEHUN WAS GOING TO ASK HER SOMETHING BUT HE SAW THAT SHE HAD ALREADY LEFT. IN THE BREAK SHE MET THE GIRLS AND TOLD THEM WHAT HAPPENED WITH HER AND THEY ENCOURAGED HER TO GO WHEN SHE WASN'T WILLING TO AS SHE WAS PISSED OFF.