Outdoor survival class. She blinked hard at her new timetable. Twice a fortnight she now had outdoor survival class. Everybody did. Amy Johnson was not sure what to think. With a sigh and a slight smile she folded her timetable and slipped it into her pocket. The girl left her last classroom with a wave to her Geography teacher and she walked through the corridors with determination.
She had to get to the other side of the school in time. The school was teaming with teenagers, some annoying, some boring and some with peculiar differences much like herself. She didn't fit into a group, apart from her own group of friends. They were all different.
She saw the occasional friend on her short journey and gave a wave. Unfortunately, she had the displeasure of seeing her head mistress. The short, plump woman glared at the young girl. Amy always thought she smelled of bad breath every time she passed.
She had come to the classroom and was fairly pleased to see that a few of her loose friends were in her class. She said hello and followed them into the room to choose a seat. They were chatting about what would be involved in this class exactly. None of the things being said was negative, that was for sure. She took a seat near the front, next to a person whom she was familiar with and sat, waiting for the new teacher to arrive.