It was her first day back to school.Her senior year she thought to her self as a small smile started to come across her face. Soon I will be out of here. Start my own life away from this school and my father.
She knew that this was going to be a hectic year. She was taking pretty much all honor classes (to the satisfaction of her father).She got there extra early today so she could get everything situated in her locker, and see some of her teachers before class satarted.(she was always the teachers pet) She had made all of her rounds when she came to room 402 Miss Pettersons Italin studies class. This by far was one of bettes favorite classes and teachers. Miss Petterson was a middle aged woman, no kids, never married kind sweet and a little of her rocker somtimes. But that is what made bette like her so much. She never really cared what people though about her, or about pleasing everyone. They were qualites that bette wished she had but could never find. She had known Miss Petterson since her freshman year. She could remember talking to her for hours about everything and anything, there conversations running way into the night. She walked into the room hopeing to see her there but was a little surprised to find her desk completly bare.She remembered Miss petterson always being a very clutterd person, and had always thought her house would be the same way. She laughed to herself.
“May I help you?” a womans voice said behind bette
“Um… I was just…” Bette slowly turned around to see who the voice was coming from.