Her Room

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We were in the middle of I.T, my worst subject when there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Matthews wanted to talk to all the Chosen Girls, in Y9, that were to represent the school.

I was so happy because I was just about to fall asleep in boredom. I honestly didn't understand I.T at all, to be honest, I don't think anyone in the class was paying any attention. But that wasn't any different to any other I.T lesson.

It hadn't been helping that yesterday's party had ended a bit later than necessary. This meant a lack of sleep because I had pushed some of my homework so I had to stay up a bit.

Me and all the other girls stood up and walked out. We followed Mrs. Matthews into her Head Office. I had been inside a couple of times but this was the first time we had been invited to sit and 'discuss.'

Her room was very organised and neat. Everything was easy to find but the funny thing was, the room seemed to be as warming as the owner.

As soon as we sat, she smiled and offered us some cookies but I honestly didn't think that my tummy was going to cope with any more food, so I decined the generous offer.

My face must have shown a look of pure terror and my BBFLs laughed at the reason behind. The others didn't know why we were laughing so it was like,

"Lolololololololing... (akward silence) Cough cough."

Coughing trying to cover it up but end up choking. What's worse it seemed to be me choking in front of the Head Teacher! Another embarrassing moment...

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