It was my first day in sixth form, the first day I would start my A Levels. I had chosen PE, English, Spanish&Media. I was quite excited considering I got to drop all the shitty subjects I have wasted 5 years on, for example, food and catering where every lesson, I'd come out of the class covered in flour. I slang my rucksack strap over my right shoulder and made my way to school, it was a bright morning. After form, my first double lesson was english; english isn't too bad I guess, just long like any other subject. Break soon passed and I realised I had Spanish, I was sort of dreading this seeing as I was unsure that I knew anyone. I got my planner out to find an average height brown haired woman standing at the door, she had glasses and she wore a tight stripey dress. I stopped in the middle of the corridor as I lay eyes on this beautiful woman infront of me, wow. I shook out of it and slowly walked past her to get into the classroom, she was in the doorway not giving me much space to fit through. I squeezed by trying not to hit her and as I squeezed by, I pulled a funny face and I heard a little giggle. I felt my cheeks go warm and red and I quickly rushed to a seat at the back...