Abigale slid into her seat unnoticed. Or at least she thought so.
“Ms. Brennan. If you don’t have time for history, then what do you have time for, exactly?”
For someone who likes history, and the value of time, she wondered why he asked such dumb questions.
He, Mr. Bard, waddled up to his angular desk. He stopped for a moment, then made his way over to the board.
“AMERICAN HISTORY (2017): PART ONE” he scribbled in sharp letters.
Part one? Abigale sighed.
She thought the lesson on World War II was pretty boring and that was only three days. How in God’s name was she going to survive an entire two weeks?
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