Nervously, [name_f]Cordelia[/name_f] twisted around in her chair and caught the eye of a nerdy looking boy with thick tortoise shell glasses. “What class is this?” she asked in a panic.
“Advanced Architecture? This isn’t room 402, [name_m]Albert[/name_m] Hall?”
“This is room 402, all right, but it’s [name_m]Allen[/name_m] [name_m]Hall[/name_m]. [name_m]Albert[/name_m] [name_m]Hall[/name_m] is clear across campus.”
[name_f]Cordelia[/name_f] let out a desperate whimper, scrambling to collect her pencils and pens. Half of them clattered against the tiled floor; the sound was almost unbearable, considering how ungodly quite the room was. People were staring, now, and the princess’ cheeks were beginning to feel uncomfortably hot. Great… today was only her forth day of school, and already, he was causing a scene. When she at last managed to stuff the remainder of her belongings into her schoolbag, she sprinted out the door, and did not stop until she stood panting outside the correct room 402.
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