"The War of Independence, also called the 'Great Mutiny' took place in the Indian sub..." I sighed, my teacher droning on and on about something Mughals had done in the year eighteen-something. I honestly couldn't care less.

Brushing blue bangs out of my face, I closed my eyes, remembering why I felt like a potato sack run over by a truck today.
I'd had such an odd dream last night. It had been so awfully vivid... I'd hardly had any sleep after that but it was so beautiful... And I was so very tired...

'I mean, seriously, what's the use of studying history? Why do we constantly keep dragging the past up again and again? Wasn't it a wise man who said-' I wondered sleepily but my train of thought was cut off suddenly.

"CLARA! Are you paying attention?" My teacher suddenly screeched in my ear. I jolted up, the sleep blasted right out of me. "H-hai!" I nodded furiously at the woman glaring at me, hoping she wouldn't ask me anything to do with history.

'Please ask me about anything but the stupid war you were talking about!' I mentally begged whoever was watching over me.

But misfortune had never really cared about about what I wanted. Plus, I kind of have this feeling that the one above was slightly sadistic.
Or maybe He or She, whatever they were, just wanted me to get my punishment, just like the rest of the world didn't.

"Well, could you please tell me which year the battle was fought in?" I knew it. I'd so seen that one coming... It was something like eighteen... I was sure of it.

Oh well, I decided to wing it. How bad could my answer possible be?

A few minutes later, I was standing outside the principal's office. Okay, maybe it could've turned out better. I glanced at the red head standing next to me sullenly and felt guilty. It was my fault he was here.

Flashing back to what had happened in the class, I can't say my behavior would cause any jury to favor me.

"Uhh... Eighteen... uh... eighteen.." I'd trailed off, not sure what came after that stupid number.

"Eighteen...?" My teacher repeated after me and it was all I could do to not scowl at her. I mean, did she really think repeating what I said was going to help me?

"Eighteen fifty seven." A voice hissed from behind me and I shot a grateful look at whoever was there, forgetting Mrs. Brown's presence completely.

"Thanks!"

Now here we were, sent to the principal's office just because I was so fucking stupid. I eyed him from behind my bangs which were extremely helpful in situations like these.

God! What must he be thinking of me, I'll never know. Judging from his incredulous face back in class, he probably hated me.

"Both of you, come in." The secretary beckoned us in. I like the word 'secretary'. Sounds much better than 'receptionist'- I bet that's why she had her name plaque changed. Being a receptionist must be so boring...

"He's waiting for you in his office, just go into that room and knock on the door on the left. Thank you for coming." She said cheerfully, ignoring us all the while.

'What was so good about being sent to the principal?' I wondered, I mean, it's not like it was anything to be happy about.. then why was she smiling like that? Like she was pleased we'd gotten in trouble and sent here...

Or was it something she said to everybody?

And why was the principal's office like a maze of sorts?

Oh well, he'd started towards the door already. I knew if I didn't at least take the blame, he'd never like me. And to think the dream had been about him too...

It's just too bad that he never notices me and when he finally does, it's to realize that I'm a disaster. I couldn't do anything about my predicament but I could make sure I came out of this looking like a cool girl for once in my life.

Fate, here I come.