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Mathematics Classroom ~ Ms. Rossum
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Elliot was standing outside the entrance to the Mathematics Classroom. He was aware that he was running late. He inhaled deeply, grabbed the handle, and walked through. He was met with a flurry of looks, which he found quite awkward on his end. He gave the instructor a shy smile before turning to find a seat. As he lifted his eyes, he noticed a flyer on his desk, which he picked up and read. A dance huh? That was thrilling, and there was even a theme! That piqued Elliot’s interest. He wondered if anyone would go, and if everyone would wear the colors. He had made up his mind to go. Was he going to go with a friend? He only had one, whom he would absolutely ask the next time he saw them. He was so eager to speak to others that when he looked up, he realized he had spent the majority of the lesson day daydreaming.
orp ~ Approachable
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