Here is some more. It gets a little confusing here, and I apologise.
“You girl, the one with the red hair, come with me,” Miss Singer cried, her voice barely audible, her pointed finger shaking uncontrollably. Belle arose from her seat thankfully, and made her way to the door where her teacher was standing.
As soon as they stepped out of the classroom, belle dawdled behind Miss Singer. When her teacher was about three metres away, she ran to the nearest ‘fire exit’ door, wanting to get away from that place.
Running can be really hard when you’re trying not to be seen, or heard, even more so when you have to run across the school field and all you can hear is your blood pounding in your ears and your feet hitting the ground. Eventually, Belle reached the end of the field and pushed herself through a hedge and onto the busy pedestrian street. She pulled off her school blazer and tie, not wanting to be recognised, and pushed them into a nearby bin. For two hours, Belle walked around the town, waiting for the three o’clock bus to arrive. When it did arrive, Belle fumbled around in her pockets, finding a few coins. She handed them over to the bus driver and received her ticket. She ignored the curious glare he gave her and walked to the only empty seat that was in the middle of the bus, beside a tall brunette girl with vivid green eyes, like Belle’s.
“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here, everywhere else if full,” Belle asked the girl anxiously. The girl turned to her, smiled and nodded her head.
“I’m Twia, nice to meet you,” The girl stuck her hand out graciously and Belle shook it.
“I’m Belle. I’ve never seen you around here before, have you just moved here?” Belle asked this question slowly and carefully, not wanting it to come out in the wrong way as she sat down and the bus began to move.
“Oh, I live in one of the villages near here,” She looked at Belle and noticed that she hadn’t brought a bag with her. “Haven’t you got your uniform? Madame Wilde won’t be too impressed, but oh well. She’ll get over it,” Cherry looked at Twia in confusion. Who was this ‘Madame Wilde’ and who was he? And she was wearing her uniform, so what on earth did she mean then? Uncomfortably, Belle looked away from Twia, who was beginning to look curiously at Belle. Belle just wanted to get home.
Yeah, I don't actually know how much that is. I wrote it double spaced on Microsoft Word.