When Azumi was finally out of the house she grabbed her skate board which was laying next to the gradge door and started to make her way to school. To everyones suprise she was very good at spots and loved doing them. It gave her an outlet for her anger which was a good thing. It ment that anyone foolish anough to mess with her wouldnt get hurt to bad. About half an hour later she was walking up the front steps into the school with her skate board in her arms. All the students that were also late and were rushing to get to class moved out of her way for fear of getting on her bad side. She had a reputation of being the school-bully...Well...actualy she was much worse then that but the kids had no other way of classifying her. She made a quick stop at her locker grabbing a binder for Social Studies her first period and put her skate board in her locker so no one would steal it. Not that anyone would even think about stealing or even touching anything of hers.
Ms. Heen pulled up to the school parking lot and parked in an empty space reserved for teachers. She was running late today but that didnt bother her much. She had a feeling today was the day and she was to excited and anxious to worry about being late to teach some stupid little teenagers. SHe got out of her car and closed the door behind her. Her long black hair was up in a bun to look more professional. She quickly walked into the school heading for her classroom. Room 213 Social studies. She opend that door and went over to her desk and started to get her things out. Some of the students were already in there talking quietly among themselves but when Ms. Heen enterd they feel silent and walked back to their original seats. No one wanted to get in trouble by her.
Ms. Heen pulled up to the school parking lot and parked in an empty space reserved for teachers. She was running late today but that didnt bother her much. She had a feeling today was the day and she was to excited and anxious to worry about being late to teach some stupid little teenagers. SHe got out of her car and closed the door behind her. Her long black hair was up in a bun to look more professional. She quickly walked into the school heading for her classroom. Room 213 Social studies. She opend that door and went over to her desk and started to get her things out. Some of the students were already in there talking quietly among themselves but when Ms. Heen enterd they feel silent and walked back to their original seats. No one wanted to get in trouble by her.