I awoken dizzy. "Hey you alright, " said a boring voice. I looked up. There was a boy with black hair and icey eyes. "W-Where am I?" I choked. He pointed to a sign, ''Springfield High Nurse's office. You fainted in class when you saw the frog's...well, you know." I sighed, "I feel wierd." He put his icey hand on my forhead, ''You have a bad fever.'' I gazed at him. ''Well...," he looked at a clipboard, ''...Estella. The school has decided for you to not attend that class."

   "Er, okay. So who are you exactly?" I asked. He helped me off the table. ''Sean, assisstant nurse,'' he sighed. I dusted off my dress. I looked at his highschool ID, freshmen. Just like me. I slipped on my shoes. ''So what classes do you have?'' I questioned. He handed me some medicine, ''Average ones. I'm in one of yyours actually." I drunk the fever medicine , "Really?"

   "Yeah, World History. I'd sit by you tomorrow if you want," he said throwing out the medicine cup. My heart skipped beat, 'Uh sure. The final bell is about to rimg so, see you tomorrow?" He waved, "Bye Estella." I smiled, " Call me Estee, bye." I went to my locker. There was Limsy standing infront of my locker. "Wher you goin?" she asked. I rolled my eyes, "Move Limsy I'm in a good mood right now." She moved, 'It's the assistant nurrse huh? He doesn't like you." I shrugged, "Baboons don't like you Limsy."

   She pouted. Iwalked home awaiting tomorrow in World history.