Okay, here's a chapter, isn't it pretty? Oh, and Spanish is cool. Which is really sad because this chapter is set in a Spanish class and there isn't a word of Spanish in here...Oh well... Remind me about that later... When they're in school.

The girl pulled a paper from her Spanish binder, or Panish, as it read, and dropped it in a box outside the door. Sarah looked around nervously. James was already sitting at a table. Their friend grabbed two slips of paper, setting them down at her own table. James waved at Sarah.

"Hey, Sarah! You're sitting next to me!" James shouted.

Sarah blushed and walked over to the table. Their friend turned to smirk at them.

"Well, isn't that convenient?" She grunted.

Sarah rolled her eyes and the teacher walked up to their table.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Cierman. You two need names. Choose one off this list," Ms. Cierman explained.

James and Sarah looked at the lists.

"I'll be, uh, Nacho!" James said enthusiastically.

"And I'll be Sara!" Sarah answered.

Their friend turned around and shook her head at Sarah.

"Sarah, seriously. Take a risk, become Lucretia, Laura, Concepcion, Isabel, Ofelia, something exciting!" Their friend argued.

Mrs. Cierman fixed a glare on her.

"Irene, go back to your work!" Ms. Cierman hissed.

"Irene" rolled her eyes.

"Well, look, Irene is about as far from my name as possible. The only reason that's even my name is because of Maria here. But anyways... Be adventurous, take risks, Sarah!" Irene whispered.

Sarah looked down at the list.

"Well, Senorita, I think I'll be Ofelia instead," Sarah answered, chewing on her lip.

Senorita Cierman nodded, writing the name down, and shooting a brief glare at Irene. She then sat down at her desk.

"Irene" was relaxing, since she had already finished and signed the work. She struck up a conversation with her friend, Maria, who sat next to her. Maria looked back at James and Sarah.

"Hey, Irene, how do you know them? And who are they, by the way?" Maria asked quickly.

Cristal and Felicia, Maria and Irene's tablemates, looked up. Irene looked around nervously at them.

"Well, that's Jamie and Sara. They're new here. And that's all I know about them," Irene lied.

Sarah stiffened at the explanation.

"I don't know any Spanish," Sarah whispered.

"Sucks for you," Irene answered.

She paused for a moment.

"Do you know Latin because that's what it's based off of?" She asked.

Sarah nodded.

"Good. You'll get it. And Jamie, well, he knows a little Spanish. You two will be fine," Irene insisted.

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- Loren ;