I walked into the classroom, widening my eyes as I briefly glanced Around the room.
Kids were throwing stuff, Yelling, screaming, running. The classroom looked destroyed by annoying 12 year olds,  I slowly backed out of the room, spinning around on my heels and walking down the hallway toward the bathroom. Entering the girl's bathroom, I cringed at an auditorium of girls yelling and talking.
  
       "Okay what the fuck." They all turned to look at me, as if I was a traitor or a three headed monkey, I growled at them lightly before walking past them towards the stalls, bumping into one of them as a warning.
I walked into the stall in the back, locking it and hiding in the corner, listening to their judgmental whispering, I was happy since the next class would be with my girlfriend, which I was looking forward to.

     I heard the bell ring, hearing the girl's whispering die out, I bolted out, a quick flash in the mirror the girls were glaring into, I ran to my locker, got my stuff, and ran to my next class.

Idk if I'm proud of this or what-