Room number 12

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I walked down the long corridor and walked up the marble steps, being careful not to trip over and embarrass myself. I was looking for classroom 12, my form. It was at the far right hand side end of the first floor corridor. I entered the stuffy classroom. Everyone stared at me, like I was a huge ghost, coming to kill them. In all honesty, I wanted to stick up my middle finger and shout "what the hell are you staring at" bit I knew it wouldn't be the best thing to do on my first day. If I wanted to have friends, i had to act friendly and calmly.

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