Post by ash rayn le mont on Mar 16, 2008 16:07:18 GMT -5
Ashlee made her way into the English room. It was an extremely challenging class for her, since she had only just grasped the language. The rest of the class got all these verb tenses and such, and Ash was falling behind with each class. She absolutely dreaded the fifth period, but everyday it came so fast and lasted for five years. And with each and every word the teacher spoke, she was lost.
Her assigned seat was in the back, near the window looking down on the parking lot. Nothing exciting happened there, unless someone was being busted for having drugs on school grounds. That was one thing about America, they had a lot of drug activity. France had been nothing like this and Ashlee felt so out of place, with only one friend. She sighed and focused on the board. An activity was written up there, something in the workbook. Ashlee sighed yet again, pulled out her books, and tried to work. She needed a tutor. Badly.
