Arriving to class for what had to be the first time in her high school career, Camille breezed in and sat down at her desk before she even realized that there was a new teacher in her midst. Lucky for her, Camille had turned over a new leaf, at least by the looks of things.
"Wow, that was quick," she said, not even realizing she was repeating Jarrod's conversation. "So, are you permanent or another substitute?"