[center][h3][color=00aeef][b]September 4th, 2015 || Day One || Rebecca Hayley Roberts [/b][/color][/h3][/center]

Becca twirled her pen between her fingers in time to the clock ticking on the wall, seconds seeming minutes long as she stared at the math work present in front of her. This stuff is [i]simple[/i], all revision from at least a year ago. Not that Rebecca didn't like revision weeks, they made her feel smarter in comparison to her usual average grades, but she was itching to leave the school. Sitting still and getting lost in her thoughts, once her greatest skill, no longer fulfilled her new-found adventurous and hyperactive nature. She lookwd around the room at the students in her class, some participating in their schoolwork, some idly watch the clock tick second by second and some finding a certain interest in their laps where their phones undoubtedly sat. Her eyes eventually met those of her middle-age teacher who sat at his desk more interested with whatever sat on his laptop screen than the class of bored seniors.

Slowly Becca slipped the syllabus for this year's english assignment from her bag and softly placed it on her desk. She continued tapping her pen on her desk as she flipped through the syllabus for, what was probably, the 20th time that day. [i]What crazy concoction of an assignment have the school started?[/i] she thought to herself, rolling her eyes slightly. This would be interesting to say the least, if could work out positively or negatively depend on who each person got as a partner. This would be easy for Becca, she's great at talking to people, whether it's be online or in person she just hoped her accountability partner wasn't someone who would get on her nerves. She raised her head back to the ticking clock, could this lesson go any slower. She ran a hand through her deep blue hair with a sigh then looked up to see her teacher approaching her desk. How Rebecca hadn't noticed him she didn't know but now he stood in front of her desk glaring at the blue-haired girl.

[color=00aeef]"Why hey there sir, what can I help you with?"[/color] Becca asked him cheerfully, bouncing slightly in her seat. Her teacher evidently did not approve of the teen's greeting and frowned at her before peering at the papers on her table. [color=00aeef][i]Of everyone in my class, students not even focusing on any sort of schoolwork, of course he singles out me [/i][/color] she thought bitterly to herself.

"That doesn't look like math," 

[color=00aeef]"No, sir, it's english,"[/color]

"And is this English class?"

[color=00aeef]"No, sir, maths,"[/color] Becca replied sheepishly, pulling her math work from under her english things, holding back a cruel name and a sarcastic response.

"Nice we understand each other and it's going to stay that way," the teacher said threateningly before walking back to his desk. Becca rolled her eyes and pulled out the english syllabus once more.