She was walking the hall with her books in one arm and her old yellow backpack in the other. Looking to her watch and saw the time, she immediately panicked. This was her first day at the high prestigious College, Oxford. It was 9:00 A.M., class started at 8:30 A.M... Oh man was she late, and her class was on the other side of the campus. She rode on her skateboard, hoping to get there a little faster. Riding for about 10 minutes, she entered a tall building decorated with banners. The color of the building seemed to be made out of clay and bricks with stone. The gargoyles seemed to watch her everywhere she seemed to move. They were demonic figures, like the ones you seemed on an old church in France or Germany. It seemed to tower above any other building on the campus. The banners are of the students looking "Sophisticated" and what not. Confused and frustrated, she entered a random building. Said building was the exact place she needed to be, 'The Lab'. She was on a scholarship for her academic abilities, but chemistry, mainly Bio Chemistry, was her superior class. Going to the front desk, she asked the recesionts what classroom to go to.

Maddie's POV

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Classroom 5F with Mrs. Rebecca as the teacher" I said with a little too much enthusiasm. I loved chemistry ever since I was little.

Flash Back:

At my fourth grade birthday party, my mother and father catered a chemist. He started to set up his materials for the show. He looked like a clown, mainly because I made him put on a clown wig. I was not a child who was afraid of clowns. It astounded me, because many of my friends were terrified of clowns. I mean I don't get it! Why, aren't they supposed to make you laugh and have fun. Whatever, I guess I'm just a special child. Anyway the chemist was done with the setup and was ready to perform. Joking around, he told us not to do this at home, but aren't we at home? Again he added chemicals together and out came a poof of color. It was the greatest color of all the colors, not like a poopy brown but a sphere of color. He continued to do some other stuff, but I was preoccupied with the sphere of colors.

Flash Back End:

She said it's on the fifth level in the west wing. Pointing with her pen in the west direction.

"Thanks, I'm just gonna go now, Uhhhh…. Bye." I said rather awkwardly. I started walking towards the western direction, for a few minutes it was just a long hallway with many crumpled up papers on the floor. For being the Oxford, you'd think they'd be a little cleaner, two more paces I saw door leading to all of the floors.

"Well Fuck! God Dammitt! Son of A bitch, AHHHH, You gotta be kidding me! Son of a Motherfu-, Ahhhh. My life fucking sucks!" I screamed and shouted. When I was done I was worried anybody would have heard me, but luckily no one was there.

My classroom was all the way on the fifth level, and I was on the first level. Might as well kill me now.

Five levels of stairs later:

'Now all I have to is find the classroom. Uhhh this would be easier if I had a sense of direction! Um maybe if I just walked around I'd find Classroom 5F. UGGHHHHH... IT's now 9:50 A.M. Well my scholarship goes down the drain! Mother I'm sorry, I'll just come home and take after the family business.'

Coming up to a suspicious looking classroom, I decided to knock. All I hear is a ruff come in.

"Mrs. Douglas, IT's about time you got here" she said with an irritated tone in her very annoying voice.

"Sorry, Mrs. Rebecca, this school is just so big and glorified I lost my way... and its my first day here so I don't know the campus as well as some of the other students." I said rather sheepishly.