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Thud. Thud. Thud. Slowly. Slower...AGHHH this is ridiculous. I take a long, deep, inwards breath, wait a few seconds, then calmly exhale. Here I go...first day at a new school, in a new town, in a new land.
"Here I go"
I timidly repeat to myself. I gaze round the caught yard. Silence. No one came into my view...no one? That's odd I question myself after all school starts at 9:00 and its 8:03, so why isn't every other pupil here...education is important in amestris, isn't it? I ask myself feeling foolish. Then, zooming round the corner as fast as a car a young, skinny, above average sized mysterious man rushes out.
"I'm gonna be late!"
The masculine voice yells. I attempted to stutter words out of my mouth but it's to late crash!
"Oi! Who are you?"
The same unknown voice echo's at me.
"Wait. Who am I?"
Frustratedly I reply
"you're the one who collided into me! Why don't you tell me who you are?"
Rudely I respond.
"Oh, Ling Yao"
He joyfully sticks out his hand. For a moment I hesitate, forcing down my embarrassment and my increasingly heating cheeks; rejecting his handshake.
"Well...never mind"
he shrugs, unaffected by my rejection. For a second he stares at me in confusion
"why aren't you going in?"
he asks inquisitively.
"what, it's 8:03?"
Quietly at first then all at once, he laughed. Louder, and louder and louder!
"What?"
I answer aggressively, losing my patience.
"I'm sorry..." still laughing "It's 9:03, your watch. Let me see it."
Cautiously I stretch out my hand, showing Ling my watch. He was right! My watch! It's on the wrong time! My eye's widen in horror. I'm going to be late. On my first day! Hastily heading towards the main entrance, Ling stares and after a few seconds loyally follows me. I've got to concentrate on studying. No him. No boyfriends. No parties. Sigh. No fun.
"Oi, I'll see you later"
Ling solutes to me as he walks down the opposite corridor as we enter the building. Slowly turning to say goodbye I glance at him for a minute, blood rushing to my cheeks again, and turn around, heading to my first lesson.
Eerily, a deafening silence covers the room like a invisible fog. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Who keeps a clock that is that loud? It's driving me mental! Without thinking I grab the green circular object from my lunch box and chuck it with all my force at the clock. Plummeting to the ground, it lands with a crash!
"...Oups..."
I mutter utterly ashamed of my actions. Professor Hawkeye glared menacingly at me,
"Out, Lan Fan, behaviour like that is -not- tolerated!"
She yells, chuckles of laughter run around the room like a contagious illness. Quickly, I rise from my seat, exiting the room not because I've been told but because of the sheer embarrassment of disappointing my grandfather. In trouble. On the first day, sigh, sorry grandfather.
