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Gracie was surprised at the number of people who were walking to school. It was high school, right? “Shouldn’t more people be driving,” she mumbled to herself as another person pushed past her, in a rush to get to school. Gracie had learned to drive by the time she was 13, and it was pretty much legal since she worked for the government. She was still about a mile away from the school, a few more minutes of walking. Kids were still frantically running in the direction of the school, barely passing Gracie by. If one had bumped into her, she would have probably flipped them over her shoulder and flat on their back. But no one did, to her surprise. The school came into view after a few minutes, “Great. I’m almost there.” She ran through procedures and drills in her head. How to get out of the building if necessary, how to take someone down without a weapon and how to … not bump into people. “Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going,” Gracie snapped. “Young lady, you might be new, but I’m sure your old school didn’t tolerate foul language.” Gracie looked up to meet the eyes of a short, fat and rather old looking man. “And who might you be,” she said, glaring down at him. “I’m your principle, Miss Smith.” Gracie rolled her eyes, If I still worked for the government, I wouldn’t have to deal with this. She took a deep breath and smiled at the man. “I’m sorry sir. But, as you know, I’m new and rather nervous. I apologize for my behavior,” she said with a sweet smile she only pulled off in an act. “I’ll let you off this time, Miss Smith, but next time, I won’t go easy on you.” The man walked away, cueing Gracie to glare once again. “I can tell I’m going to hate it already.”

Gracie’s locker wasn’t that far from her first class, Chemistry. After gathering her things, she walked into the class, fashionable late of course. “Nice of you to finally join us, Miss Smith.” Gracie, walking in without a word, sat in the only open seat, right in the middle of the room. “Great.”