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Mr. Noyd continued talking. “Now, before we get dug into the very interesting Celtic history, I'll have to make a few changes. “First off, the seating plan,” He took out the class list. “Bartemius Allister, go to the back of the far right of the class.” He pointed to where Eimear was sitting. A boy around Zarith's size who had black hair sat down while Eimear rose. He was from Belgooly and was an atheist. Belgooly was a town close to Ballinhassig. “Where will I sit?” Eimear asked, not taking her eyes off of Kiato. “Oh, stand for the while. Zarith Avantino sit next to Bartemius,” Zarith obeyed while Kiato stood next to Eimear, the two of them holding µands. Eventually everybody was sitting in an alphabetical order. Constant sat next to Edler in the centre row of the class. Zarith sat far away from Valentina, who sat near the door, in front of Donald and near to ... Alan Saunders! However, without a doubt, the two who got out the worst from the seating plan were Kiato and Eimear, who had to sit far away from one another. Nevertheless, they still kept on looking at each other. “Now,m second on the to-do-list is to hand out the journals. Inside the front cover you will see that I took the liberty in filling out your timetables. Thus it's just a case of handing them out. May Valentina hand out the journals in her row, Julius hand out the journals in the centre row and Brede hand out the ones in the left hand row.” Valentina, a boy around Edler's size who's mum was French and who wanted to become a paleontologist, or dinosaur archaeologist, (Julius Murphy) as well as the large, ginger Brede Hannifan who dreamed of becoming a firefighter all got up. When Brede threw Zarith's journal over to him, Zarith opened it immediately and looked at the timetable. It was good that most classes were held in their base room, Romm 3, but some like Science, Geography, Computers and Art had their own specific “labs”. “Now, class has ended you may go in peace and get to your next class,” Mr. noyd smiled as he left. Zarith and the others headed upstairs to the Language Lab to learn Latin with one of the many Latin teachers, Mr Jacques Hardacre. After an enjoyable Science class with the be-spectacled and very funny Mr. Noel Bunyan where they learned all about living things and even did an experiment where they had to study the local habitat (the school grounds) for a variety of living things which they then divided into two groups, “Plants” and “Animals”, and wrote up the experiment in their Experiment Copy necessary for the Junior Certificate, it was time for English. Zarith eagerly sat in his assigned seat in Room 3 for the teacher to arrive. English was his second favorite subject; only being beaten by Religion. Finally the door slammed open and in stormed the teacher. “Good morning class!” she snapped as she sat at her desk. Zarith looked again; that short, messy black hair, that twitch, those evil eyes, that crooked nose, that black dress that matched her boots, it couldn't be! Zarith saw that Constant too looked nervous and was actually squirming in his seat as he took in those vile features. “Take out your books, copies, journals and pencil cases and put them on your table! I am Ms. Luciana Satan!” With horror, Zarith realized that he was right. His new English teacher was the very same teacher that had hated him so much in second class. “Ms. I thought that you taught primary school?” Constant had gone pale. “ Yes, Costant,” Ms. Satan began with an evil smile. She forgot nobody's name especially those of Zarith and his friends who she had detested so much. “I taught primary school but I've recently been employed to teach secondary school English and Maths. Oh and Zarith,” she kept her meanest of smiles for her least favorite pupil. “We meet again!”” With that she gave a high pitched cackle sending fear down the throats of the thirty pupils that sat before her. With a glum expression, Zarith knew that Jeremiah would never have Ms. Satan as his rimary school teacher.