The next day, I walked to school. Jade was beside me, walking in her knee-high converse, listening to her iPod and belting out a BOTDF song, not caring who heard the extremely inappropriate words. After a while, I caught myself humming along, and I stopped immediately. Her personality was contagious. "Ah... do you mind?" "What do you mean?!" she shouted over her music. I cringed, glancing around. "You're singing BOTDF on a residential street... kids live around here"- "Hey Persephone?" "Yeah?" "S my D." she smirked, turning up her music and singing again. I sighed, rolling my eyes before they landed on a car. It was, of course, the shiny red sports car the girls squealed about in class. It must've been Mr. Halls'. How could he afford something like that on a teacher's salary? That was a mystery to me. Not like I cared- Mr. Hall paused as he exited his car, and turned, like he felt somebody staring. After a moment, I realized it was me, and I looked down, trying to seem preoccupied with counting cracks in the sidewalk. I glanced up, and without even thinking, pulled my hair out of the elastic it was in, letting it cover my face so I couldn't see him. And that was when I slammed directly into a wall. "Agh! Dammit!" I cursed, falling to the ground, dropping my messenger bag in the process. I scrambled to get my things, but of course, the wind picked up, blowing papers across the lawn. I looked up desperately, to see Jade's music was so loud she didn't notice anything, and went inside the school. "Need some help, there?" I turned to see Mr. Hall, an almost amused look on his face. I wanted to slap him. "No. I'm fine on my o- is that my report?!" I shouted, cutting myself off mid sentence. The report for English that took me so long to complete, and it was hovering dangerously close to a water grate by the sidewalk. Mr. Hall smiled, lightly jogging over to it, grabbing the paper by its edge before it slipped into a watery oblivion. I sighed in relief, and almost thanked him, but I bit it back. Instead, I got my things together, and he went about, grabbing papers that had flown off. When I stood up, Mr. Hall was there, holding my papers in a neat pile. "Here you are." "..." I only looked down, taking the papers, and putting them in my bag. Before he could say anything else, I turned, and walked into school, right as the bell rang. It was a slow day, in school. English went well, although I didn't want to explain to the teacher why my report was slightly damp. I noticed the students were looking at me differently, like I wasnt myself. Automatically running a hand through my hair because I was embarrassed, I gasped. My hair was out! The hair elastic I had must've fallen outside. I mentally cursed a million times, sitting at my desk in Alegebra class. "Persephone?" "Huh?" I turned to see Leah, arching an eyebrow. "You look, different..." "And...?" "I dunno. But it's a good look for you." She half smiled, pouting a bit before returning to talking with her friends. I wasn't sure why she was being civil with me after I embarrassed her, but I wasn't concerned. "Class?" Mr. Hall said. The girls instantly looked to the front of the room, while the guys inwardly groaned. It was plain on their faces how annoyed they were. I sat normally, absentmindedly drumming my fingers on my wooden desk. "A new rule is being put in place. If you miss your homework, you get a detention. I'm sorry... policy." he shrugged. "I'm sure the majority of you don't have to worry about it, though. Take out your homework, please." he took out his clipboard, and walked down the isles of desks, checking off every student for their homework. He stopped at my desk, arching an eyebrow. "Persephone? Homework?" he asked. I opened my bag, and pulled out the paper. "Uh... wrong assignment." I looked down to see my science homework was in my hand. Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out homework here and there, but my math homework was nowhere to be found. I frantically sorted through every page, but it never turned up. "Mr. Hall! I swear I had it! It must be outside"- "Persephone, I picked up all of your papers. Not one was left." He clicked his pen, and I felt my perfect record being crossed away in red ink. "I'll see you after school." ---------------------------------------------------