Snippet #1743519

Bueard was in the building, half frightened and half awkward to be their. He really didn't know what to do then, did he just go to class or did they have to wait a little bit? He had just dropped off his horn case in the band room, and was heading toward his first period, which was english. He took a few minutes with fiddling with his locker. Others were beside him, some were snickering at his accent. He decied to ignor them and go on his way, though he felt like he was being followed, so he started a brisk walk toward his classroom. Once in the saftey of his classroom, he quickly found a corner seat and sat down.