I guess you're wondering what I was doing in class… alone… with the teacher. Well, it's kind of a long story, but I think I can sum it up in three words: history, sleep, busted. Miss Blanchard looked at me like she was waiting for me to explain myself.

"Well, now that class is over and you're awake, we can have a little talk," she said.

I slumped down in my chair. Here we go.

"I just don't understand why you fell asleep, Hannah. You do so well in every other class."

Miss Blanchard, A.K.A Mary Margaret, looked at me with disappointment. I just knew she had some big punishment she was going to give me. I opened my mouth to speak but she interrupted.

"And please don't bring up your little 'I don't really care if Abraham Lincoln was our first president.'"

I tried to hide the smile that came up on my face. I had made that joke a long time ago and right after realized that Mary Margaret wasn't one for sarcastic comments. I figured I'd better say something if I wanted to walk out alive. Also, it didn't really help that Mary Margaret was giving me a stare that made me want to explode into tiny bacon bits.

"Well, would you look at the time?" I paused, looking at my wrist. "How did it get so late? My friend is expecting me so I better go, bye!"

I sprinted toward the door and was about to make it out when Mary Margaret spoke up. "Hannah, sweetheart, you're not wearing a watch."

I shot back sarcastically. "I'm not?"

She glared at me. "No, you're not. I will let you go, but your foster mother will know about this." Great that was the last thing I needed.

I stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me. Henry, a friend of mine, had been waiting for me outside and it made me feel worse.

"Are you okay? It's so unlike you to fall asleep in class like that." Henry said. I shrugged somewhat annoyed that he was talking about it. But who wouldn't? Mary Margaret was helping out a student and she seemed to be taking forever. I closed my eyes for a second and shot awake when Mary Margaret had yelled my name.

"Um, yeah I guess I'm okay, but know I'm gonna get chewed out for it." The truth is I didn't even know if my foster mom Felicity would chew me out. She always seemed so kind, but it probably helped that she found me on the side of the road when I was 2 years old. At least that's what everyone told me. I must have been pretty deep in thought because Henry waved his hand in my face to get my attention.

"Hannah! Are you in there? Snap out of it!" I eventually came back to my senses, but I had absolutely no idea what he was saying to me.

"Okay I think I've got it but just in case… tell me the whole thing again. I wasn't listening." Henry laughed, and I would've told him I was serious but it seemed like he hadn't laughed in forever. "So, Henry, how's your mom?'

"She's fine I guess." He shuffled his feet on the ground. "It's always great to have the evil queen as a mom." He mumbled. Then louder he said, "Can we talk about something else please?"

I wanted to grab him by the shirt and say "No! We can't! You know why? Because I don't have parents!" But I just said "Oh. Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Well I thought we could talk about-."

Just then Miss Mills, Henry's mom, walked up to us. I must have been a disappointment to everyone because whenever Miss Mills saw me she would try to smile, but she would still look really depressed or disappointed.

"Hello, Hannah. I just came to get Henry." Wow, she even sounded depressed.

"Since when do you come to pick me up? You don't care about me," snapped Henry.

All the things I wanted to say probably would have gotten me killed. What's with me and getting killed? No idea, But they were all along the lines of "Oh snap!" Miss Mills pulled Henry aside.

"I'll deal with you later" She said. I'm guessing it was supposed to be a whisper, and I wasn't supposed to hear it but it was kind of hard not to hear her.

"Well, I guess I'll be going, Hannah," Henry mumbled.

"Oh, ok. See you later Henry." Miss Mills still looked as depressed as she always was. She maybe looked even worse.

"Do you need a ride, Hannah? Henry and I would be happy to- "

"No that's ok. I usually walk. I'm pretty used to it." I felt really bad about cutting her off like that. We stood there in silence. "It was nice talking to you, Miss Mills." I finally said.

"Yeah, sure, if I'm gonna be tortured might as well get it over with," Henry said with a grimace.

Regina— have I mentioned that Miss Mills' name is Regina? I probably haven't. Oh well now you know. Regina stared at Henry coldly. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to her car. I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.

"Hannah! Why don't you come and help me clean up?" It was Mary Margaret. This was probably supposed to be that punishment. I started walking toward the door. Then I remembered Mary Margaret saying "Your foster mother will know about this" I sighed. This was going to be a long day. "Hannah!" she called again.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Mary Margaret is a really sweet person and all, but she was really starting to get on my nerves.