As I open the classroom door a wave of warm and putrid air hits me. It always smells bad in Mrs Trywood's classroom but today its especially vomit inducing.
It's sickly sweet and musty, with rotting flesh mixed in as well. The principle is still watching me with his small dark eyes. I go in and shut the door behind me. I make my way to my desk and sit down. I dont fit in with my classmates. They would never think of pranking a teacher, never risk being late. In the weekends and at mealtimes however, they become different people, as if a spell had been lifted. Now though, they ignore me and keep their eyes on their textbooks. I open my own and pretend to read.

A few minutes pass and I'm struggling to keep awake. Then the silence is interrupted by resounding raps on the door. It opens and on the other side is Vice Principle Donger. Next to Donger is a small black girl with a pensive look on her face. We meet eyes and I smile. She returns my smile with a flashing grin and then waves. I wave back. Donger clears her throat. "Hello, class 2B1. I have a new student, Isabella Lankin, who will be joining you from now on." The Isabella nodded and goes to a spare desk next to mine.
"Hi" she says. "Hello", I whisper back. "I'm Evelyn, but most people call me Eve." "Then hi Eve. I guess you already know my name." We chuckle for a moment and then there's an awkward silence.

"So what's it like in this school?" Isabella asks. I respond, thankful for a topic. "The teachers are nice but strict.and they're a little...strange." Isabella looks puzzled at this. "How do you mean?" I think for a moment, but I dont know what to say. How do you explain to someone that Miss Trywood's eyes are a little too big and she doesn't seem to blink? How do you say that the headmaster always seems to know when someone is misbehaving? "It's just a feeling I get." I say eventually. Isabella nods, brows furrowed.