No sense

The hallways had finally fallen quiet as I finally figured out my class and where it was. I was nervous because i was 5 minutes late meaning everyone would stare at me as if I had just murdered someone right in front of them when in reality it's not that big of a deal.

I took a deep breath and opened the door before stepping in. The entire class were alerted and were looking in my direction.

"You must be Isabella the new student!" A very chirpy man sung. He was tall, had white/grey hair and wore small rectangular glasses. He looked to be in his late 40's.

"I'm Patrick Lang your English teacher, I should assure you that I will teach you everything you need to know and more" I couldn't get over how excited he was at this early hour.

"Class, this is Miss Isabella Montano," he paused as they all just sat there, staring.

"What do you prefer being called?" He asked as he handed me a text book. "Um just Bella..." I replied quietly.

"Okay then Bella, you can take a seat in between Rico