She hated me so much she didn't even invite me to the fifth grade end of the year party. Before she transferred to teaching in the high school she was my fifth grade teacher. Thanks to Kaylas disruption we are now behind scheduele." Ms. "That's what you told me yesterday." I rolled my eyes and sat at my desk in the back.
" Kayla your late for the third time this week!" Mrs. But of course everyone's head turned to me. I opened the door quietly hoping nobody would realize I'm coming in late. After almost tripping on my shoelace I made it to my first class which was Social Studies. "And you Ms Freedman, you are not my mother" I said as I signed my name in the late book and rushed to my first period class. College dosen't except this kind of behavior Kayla." Ms Freedman warned. "Late again! You know this goes on your record right?" I walked to the main office leaving wet trails behind me. I groaned again and sprinted to the school building opening the main doors. Of course with my luck it started pouring rain. I can still feel my clothes sticking to my skin from the ice coffee, but I didn't really care at this point as I had to get to school. We waved bye and I walked out of Starbucks, running to school. "Sure thing!" I smiled and we swapped numbers. "Wait! Can I get your number and we can go for coffee, maybe later today?" She asked. Again, Im so sorry love! Im Eleanor by the way." She shook my hand and smiled. It even looked like I pissed a whole lot in my pants."No, its not alright. "Its alright, don't be sorry it was a accident." I smiled still a little upset that ice coffee was spilled all over my outfit. I looked up and saw a beautiful girl probably a few years older then me frown. Just then I felt a cold drink spill on me. I smiled and stood up from my chair, grabbing my phone and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
"Kayla Anderson!" I heard my name being called. It was 7:45 and I knew I was going to be late for school. I went and sat at a table waiting for my drink to be made. "Im sorry, Sorry!" I said and finally handed her the money. Im sorry miss but your holding up the line" Jennifer said impatiently. I started hearing complaints from other customers on how Im holding up the line. "Kayla Anderson" I replied and spent another two minutes looking through my bag for my money. My house keys clattered in the side pocket of my back pack reminding me of car keys and how I never have or will pass my drivers test. "Can I get a Caramel Machiatto?" I asked opening my school bag to get my wallet. From looking at her name tag her name was Jennifer. "Hi what can I get for you today?" The Starbucks cashier asked me sweetly.
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