Its a new high school year and you’re starting grade 10 but you can’t seem to find your class. You roamed the first and second floor, now you’re on the third floor.

You walk down a hall and look down at your schedule, reading the class number then looking at the doors to see which is your class.

You stand outside a class, peaking your head in before the teacher notices you.

“Come on in, sweetheart. Is this your class?” I asked as I looked at the student standing by the door.