denny Schools Periods & Styles book

my first period was french, which i had with louis, surprisingly, he was amazingly fluent and didn't mind the fact i copied everything he wrote. as soon as the bell rang, i reluctantly headed off to english, preparing myself for the quiz i was about to be presented with. zayn had saved me a seat toward the back of the room, which i ran to in hope that mr carter had not noticed i was 5 minutes late. "so nice of you to join us, miss smith." damn. "sorry i'm late sir, i got caught up in a group of lost first years." i lied. "yes, well, do try to arrive on time tomorrow, won't you." "of course, sir." "now everyone, bags under the table, phones and ipods away, pens and notebooks out, miss smith shall be coming around with your question sheet." pulling myself out of the plastic chair, i took the pile of paper from the desk, handing it around, receiving a very dirty look from isabella flack, the schools 'head girl', and the most popular girl in the entire town. i say entire town like it's the biggest town on earth, when in reality, it's population is four thousand. thankfully, the bell rang just before my hand dismantled itself from my body, meaning it was break. zayn and i remained silent until we'd exited the room, before we erupted in a loud cheer that the quiz was easier than expected, although, saying that, we'll probably both be earning ourselves a D-. "how did you find it?" i asked, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "pretty simple, i guess. it was mainly just about the ...