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She was almost finished the first page when the principal, M. Corbeau, appeared. M. Corbeau had short black hair and dark brown eyes. He was about the same height as Emily and enjoyed wearing the colour orange. Usually he was cheerful and had a good sense of humour. However, that day, all traces of humour were gone. The look he gave Emily was disapproving.

"So, did you hear about how I earned myself a detention?" Emily asked M. Corbeau.

"Yes." He replied flatly "You'll be working in the room next to Mme Spaniel's office this afternoon immediately after school ends. Show up when the last bell rings, no later. No exceptions. Mme Spaniel will be supervising you to make sure you're actually working. Understood?"

"Yes." Emily replied "Is that all you had to say?"

"Yes." M. Corbeau responded "You may return to class."

Emily walked all the way upstairs back to her Math classroom and, once again, sat down at her desk. She silently continued her lengthy Math homework. The bell rang, announcing she still had an hour left until Math class was over. She worked steadily for an hour, finishing the second page and starting the first question on the third page. She was surprised that she had already gotten through 7 word problems and 22 normal questions. Then, the bell rang and everyone organized their school supplies and left.

The next class that Emily attended was French class. Apart from Emily, there were four other students who occupied French class. Their names were Jon, Eric, Katie, and Dawn. They were all 11th graders and 12th graders, and were extremely loud, having the tendency to make loud, weird, animal noises, while Emily sat there and wished she knew how to communicate with them. They seemed to know how to communicate with each other well enough. When Emily saw how close other people could be with each other, it made her jealous. She had never been that close to anyone. Not even her brothers. Only maybe her best friend who had moved from Elliot Lake to Owen Sound. She just seemed to always make things awkward when she tried to talk to other people.

French class was taught by Mme Gaudrau. Mme Gaudrau was tall, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Every student in the school liked Mme Gaudrau. She always tried to make class assignments fun, and knew how to make her students enjoy their school projects. She could always lift the sombre mood in the classroom with her, for she had a very positive attitude, and could make anyone smile, even on the worst of days. She tried to keep the level of homework to a minimum, and wasn't one to refuse a short class voyage to the corner store every once in a while if they had free time. Her energetic teaching style and enthusiasm made the classroom a pleasant place to be each day.

All of the tables in the classroom were arranged so that the desks formed a circle in the middle of the classroom. Emily sat down beside the one closest to the doorway and waited for the rest of the class to arrive. Most students liked to wander around the school and go to their lockers before class begun, but Emily left her books in the classroom when they were not being used for homework, because she found it more convenient. For this reason, she had no real reason to use her locker, since there was plenty of room in the class for her binders and textbooks.

Emily took out a comb and a mirror from her school bag and began to brush her hair. It was still slightly wet and stringy from being washed earlier that morning, but it was almost done drying. Emily liked her hair better when it was wet, though. It looked much more shiny and more straight when it was wet. When it was dry, it looked frizzy, dull, and messy, like dead, dried grass.