The car stopped, and after opening the door with her backpack, Angela walked down. She looked at the school in front of her, Naskoma Private Girls' High School, and sighed with emotion, it was big enough! It is said that the school covers an area of 6 hectares and has 600 teachers and students. It was established in 1960 and is one of the famous private secondary schools for girls on the west coast.
The scattered buildings, the tree-lined roads, and the female students coming in and out in twos and threes make the school seem lively and harmonious. Angela walked briskly to where she was supposed to go, but after turning around a few buildings, she immediately found herself lost.
"Why build the school like a maze?" the girl complained, although she was not a lunatic, but she only came to the school on the day of the opening ceremony, which was not enough to let her know the direction of each road.
Looking left and right, she stopped a girl who looked about 13 or 4 years old: "Hi, hello, excuse me, do you know how to get to Classroom 45, Building B?"
The girl frowned and raised her chin to show a proud look: "Hey, little one, this is not the place you should come. I think you'd better figure out the difference between middle school and elementary school."
Small... Smaller? It seemed that no one called him that except Aunt Jennifer. Angela raised her eyebrows to suppress her displeasure, and said calmly, "I know I look a little small from the outside, but I am indeed a student of this school. If you can, can you tell me how to go?"
The girl looked at her with interest, rolled her eyes, showed a sly look, and said, "Okay, go to the right from here, turn around the office building for about 100 meters, that is the gym, Then turn around and go forward 100 meters to reach Building B, go upstairs and go upstairs to the third room on the left on the second floor.”
Angela looked at the place she pointed, and at the same time repeated the route she said in her head, she always felt that something was wrong, she turned her head and wanted to ask, but the girl had already strode away.
It's rude, Angela slandered, but after thinking about it, she went in the direction she said.
"About the usefulness of this grammar, there is a detailed introduction on page 32 of the book, you can browse it by yourself, and then..." The teacher in the French class, Miss Martha explained the grammar of a certain grammar to the girls sitting. When using it, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and a little girl cautiously looked inside.
"Miss Angela Mason?" Miss Martha put down her book and looked at each other calmly.
The girl nodded awkwardly: "Yes, ma'am, I accidentally got lost..."
"You've been late for ten minutes, Miss Mason. If you drag on, you'll lose even more time. I can invite you to take a seat if you want. Also, you can call me Martha, or Miss Martha, please don't use Mrs. This word." Miss Martha said still expressionlessly, which made the girls in the room laughed lowly.
"Yes, Miss Martha." Angela said still awkwardly, sitting at the end of the long table.
"Hi, Angie." The girl next to her greeted her in a low voice. She is Latina, with beautiful chestnut hair. Like most biracial people, her facial features are very delicate. Her name is Lilith White, and she and Angela on the opening ceremony. I met a very nice girl, maybe because she was very similar to Jessica in some ways, so the two girls had a good talk, and then they became friends.
"Hi, Lilith, it's a pleasure to sit next to you." Angela sighed in a low voice.
"Don't be so frowning, it's just late, everyone may be late." Lilith said comfortingly, the exposed little tiger teeth made her look cute.
"I'm not annoyed by this, Lilith, I'm just angry, I asked a girl for directions when I came, but she actually pointed me to the health office! Hell, if it wasn't for her, how could I be late! Angela said with a bit of anger, and then looked up and saw the third girl in the row across the long table was laughing from time to time, and often turned her head to look at Angela, even if she found her looking at her, she didn't care. He didn't care, but instead showed a proud look.
"That's Vicky Brandon, do you know her?" Lilith followed Angela's line of sight and asked.
"I don't know, but she was the one who showed me the way just now!" Angela bit her lip unhappily, and suddenly thought of a question: "Lilith, why is she here?"
"She is our classmate of the same age." Lilith didn't understand what she was wondering.
"But..." Angela opened her mouth and closed it again. She just looked like she was 13 or 4 years old, not really that big. Maybe she was just growing fast? Angela couldn't help but sighed very depressed. On the one hand, she really wanted to grow up quickly and become mature, so that she could do many things; on the other hand, she was a woman after all. It's not a good thing to face more troubles than now, it's really a contradiction.
"Miss Mason, do you have any questions about my lecture?" Miss Martha's voice rang out.
"Ah?" Angela was stunned for a while, only to realize that the sigh just now seemed a bit louder.
"Of course not, I'm just a little surprised..." Angela's head immediately began to run fast, "I have also learned some French before, but I don't know much about certain limited words, as well as the notes on certain letters, such as é, Pronunciations like à are always confused with English, and I have consulted a few teachers but couldn’t figure it out, but I didn’t understand a lot until I listened to your explanation just now, so I sighed.”
This little flattery made Miss Martha smile and coughed dryly: "Thank you for your compliment, Miss Mason, please raise your hand next time if you have any questions."
"Okay, Miss Martha." Angela nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in her stomach. At the same time, the unsharp eyes of the girl named Vicky in front of her also landed on her eyes, but she had no time to pay attention to her. , she hasn't even bothered with the prank that made her late.
Compared with public schools, the dining rooms of private schools are more beautiful. The round wooden tables seem to be messy, but they are distributed regularly in the dining room. The girls are sitting together with their own food in twos and threes, talking about their favorites. topic.
"Angie, your drawing is so good, have you really been practicing since you were a child?" At the table by the window, Lilith asked Angela who was beside her while scratching the vegetable salad on the plate, but the girl was obviously in the She was distracted, her eyes were looking straight ahead, at least half of the food on the plate had not moved, and she didn't wake up until Lilith asked again: "What's the matter?"
"I really want to know, do you often get distracted while eating?" Lilith couldn't help laughing.
"Of course not, I just..." Angela waved her hand, the two of them were far apart during art class, so Lilith only knew that the art teacher praised Angela's painting and showed it in front of her, but she didn't know who was around her. what happened.
"Did you know, we have a very good guy who has learned to draw since childhood, and even Mr. Hugo would praise her. I wonder if her French level is as high as her drawing skills. If it doesn't work, Maybe you can ask Miss Martha for a lesson, anyway, as long as she talks about it, she will understand." A voice came from the table next to it, as if speaking so loudly, followed by laughter around.
Angela knew who was talking like that as soon as she heard it, but she was too lazy to respond, was it worth it? Not a child. But although she didn't want to talk, Lilith couldn't help but muttered, "They're so boring, aren't you going to refute them?"
"It doesn't matter, Lilith, they are boring, should we be boring too?" Angela shrugged.
"However, Vicky's family is rich and good at dressing up. Many people want to be friends with her, so you will be very passive." Lilith said worriedly.
Angela looked at her, Lilith was really worried about herself, she was really a good girl, so she smiled: "It doesn't matter, whatever she said, if everyone wants to care about their opinions, I will Exhausted."
Just kidding, it's not like I have to add bloody plots such as rich girls bullying commoner girls in my middle school years, right? It's not "Mean Girls", oh, speaking of myself, I should be a rich girl, so are two rich girls fighting more than being rich? This is even more disgusting, too lazy to care about her.
Since Angela said so, Lilith could only shrug, but the group of girls didn't seem to want to end like this, and Vicky's voice rang again: "Hey, you see she's there, I almost didn't pay attention. Here, hello, little one, how about a French recitation for me?"
This title made Angela frown, and she finally turned her head to take a look. There were several girls sitting in front of the round table on one side, all dressed in fancy dress, Vicky leaned on the chair sideways, with one hand supporting some baby fat face , looked at her with a smile. Angela shrugged and turned her head, she still didn't plan to say anything to them.
"What, is she shy?"
"I think it's more like I don't dare."
"Yeah, French is much more rigorous than English. If you're not careful, you will make mistakes. There are so many people here, so I'm sorry to make a fool of yourself."
The group of people said that, although they made up their minds not to conflict with them, Angela couldn't help but slandered: I sing first-class French songs, I am afraid that you will recite this paragraph.
Then she heard Vicky's voice: "If this is too difficult, let's change it, little one, how about singing a French song, how about Miss AM's 'My Name is Elaine'? We all I like it." Her companion couldn't help laughing again.
Is she an idiot? Angela thought helplessly, but, it's really interesting, it seems that the pure music EP is really going to go platinum. If they find out that they are Miss AM in the future, will their jaws drop to the ground
Thinking of this, Angela couldn't help but want to laugh, but she didn't laugh in the end. Lilith, who wanted to help her refute, packed up the dishes with her and went out to the dining room, ignoring Vicky's gang at all.
Alas, is this the girl's school life in the future