YAY!
new chapters…gosh I'm tired. Maybe I should stop posting at three in the morning?
After Hannah had sat down and pulled her hair up in a messy pony tail, she was ready for the next hour of pure and unawesome hell.
idk…any way!
review. LUUURRRVVEE Hannah.
And yes, Unawesome is a word!
lol
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Oh how she loathed math, and to be honest, Math hated her back.
Hell, she still had issues with her three times tables.
She was a bit early, but as she looked up at the clock and sighed.
Hannah looked up at the Clock. It was still ticking; the teacher hadn't come in yet.
She wondered if he ever would.
She placed her glasses on the bridge of her nose and took out her sketch book and started doodling absent mildly.
As she added the outlines of what was sure to be a great rose she sighed looked up at the clock, it was still ticking.
A few minutes later she was shading in the thorns and adding a bit more depth to the stem, the petals already having been finished.
"Whacha drawing?" Hannah took a deep breath in as a voice in German breathed down her neck. He didn't seem to really care about the flower as he looked down at it with an air of indifference.
"You're the new girl." A boy with tan skin and dark brown hair said.
"Wow. Did you come up with that all by yourself?" Hannah asked as the teacher FINALY came in.
He started ruffling with papers while muttering nonsense.
"Well I haven't seen you before, and you would think I would have noticed some one as pretty as you are." he stated as he sat down at the desk across from her.
"Thanks." she muttered.
He wasn't has hot as he thought he was.
"Right class, lets get started shall we?" The teacher started. Hannah went on to ignore the teacher.
The teacher put on a set of numbers in which they were meant to figure out the problem.
"So, how long have you lived here?" the guy said reaching out his hand to shake hers,
"I'm Max by the way." He said, Hannah looked him over; he didn't seem the type that would be very respectful to women.
"Hannah," She shook his hand slightly. "And only about a month and a half." She answered in shaky German. Sure, her German was very good, she was fluent in it, could talk like a native, but she didn't want to lead him on.
Hannah looked back up at the bored and tried to pay attention to the problem.
But Max just kept talking to her, finally, the bell rang,
Hannah was out of Math.
