[centre][color=turquoise][h1][b]Mackenzie[/b][/h1][/color][/centre][hr]
Tick.

Tock.

As the hands on the clock drew nearer and nearer to the horrible hour, so too did Mac’s dread creep closer and closer to an inevitable boiling point. Again and again she checked the little piece of paper which dictated how the next several months of her life would be spent...but it stubbornly refused to change. Was it karma? Had she so greatly wronged somebody that THIS was what the universe saw fit to throw her way? Or was it an omen? A sign that, yes Mac, things WILL be as bad as you fear?

Math. 

Even thinking the word made her want to shudder. Algebra I, as the little scrap of paper unfortunately confirmed on yet another check, would be her first class of her first year of her first high school. There was no getting around it. She would just have to woman up and go. 

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

It was easier said than done. Her legs didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to move from her little corner of the hallway by a window. Today would set the precedent for the rest of her high school life. Every day over the next four years would be judged against today. That pressure...well it was starting to build up. Mac couldn’t help but just gaze outside. How easy would it be to just leave right now? To just run far, far away and...and...uh…

Tock.

Tick.

And what? Where would she go? What would she do? She was being ridiculous. It was just a case of the nerves. She knew that. Gramps said that everybody got ‘em. All she had to do was go learn some stuff, have some fun, and it’d be over before she knew it. And hey, maybe math wouldn’t suck as much this year? Right? ...well, a girl could dream.

Without further delay, Mac wrapped up her little crisis, took a deep breath, and bounced her way to class. 

She entered, found a seat towards the back near the windows, sat down, and pulled her notebook out from her bag before sitting the former on her desk and the latter by her seat. She was ready. She could do this! She could...wilt. Which she did immediately upon reading the words printed neatly in yellow chalk across the top of the blackboard at the front of the class.

[centre][b][color=#d6d963][h3]A L G E B R A   I[/h3][/color][/b][/centre]

It was too early for this shit. She needed some coffee. Granted, she had never drank so much as a drop of coffee before in her life, but by God she needed some at that moment. It could always have been worse though. She could have been like the girl who ended up barging into class a little bit after the final bell rang out. Mac felt for that chick. First class of your first day of your first year and you’re late? That poor girl was going to have rough time. But hey! At least it wasn’t her.

Because that. 

Was. 
[b][h2]Embarrassing.[/h2][/b]