<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Ms. Winter was the last to leave the classroom after the practice had ended. She began to place pieces of her music into a folder when she caught a glimpse of an invitation on her desk. She wasn't the type to linger on items that weren't of her interests, but she thought maybe it was a ticket to some sort of musical event. Opening it up, she skimmed over words that would direct her to the science laboratory. <em>...Who's Kevin London and why is he wasting my time.. is this some sort of a prank?..</em> Ivy always had random love letters from male students who were convinced that they were in love with her. What foolish idiots. She could feel her blood already start to boil. It was quite irritating and since her next class wasn't for another two hours, she thought she'd give this person a piece of her mind. <br/><br/>Reaching the room that was designated on the invitation, <strong>she entered the room</strong> to find a few other students. Folding her arms across her chest, she eyed each individual. Lifting up the piece of paper in her hand she cleared her throat loud enough to get the attention of the other students. "Who sent me this.. and why aren't any of you in class? You're here to get an education children, not to mingle amongst each other." She spoke with a distinct rudeness that was clearly degrading. </span>