Walking slowly down the corridor, she dragged her feet along behind her. She went over the various situations in her head, over and over again. Then sighed and paused outside the door, room 102, she laughed to herself and thought about how ironic it would be if the room was 101.
Two sets of footstep's were plopping down the corridor, turning around she frowned and then stepped into the classroom, closely followed by another student. The teacher allowed them to sit and started to collect the homework. Sighing, she grabbed her burnt and tattered work and said;
"Sorry, computer ate my homework."
(going to school now, will add branches later on)