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Post by sarah on Jul 14, 2011 13:32:44 GMT -5
sarah walked down the hallways and to her worst class of the day-geometry. luckily, it was her last class of the day, and after this 45 minutes of torture, she could run right out of there and to sports practice, the only place where she felt like she belonged. sarah walked as slowly as she could to the last class on the left and took her respectful seat in the very back of the room, away from direct view of mrs. glover. glover had something against sarah. sure, she got crap grades in the class, but at east she tried. besides, other people were terrible at math in her class as well, and she didn't annoy any of them to death. she planned to play professional tennis when she grew up, she didn't need to know math for that.
she pulled out her notebook and pencils and her cell phone. sarah put her cell phone on the corner of the desk, not really caring if the teacher saw it. it wasn't like she would let mrs. glover take away the phone. she sat there with a bored expression on her face while people filed in and took their seats. she doodled and texted until mrs glover walked her evil self in and gave everyone her usual glare. i mean, if you didn't like kids, why be a teacher?! she only really paid attention when a familiar, face walked into the room. sarah now replaced her bored demeanor with one of caution and annoyance. oh gee, valerie shawn, the first class bitch. sarah pretended to do problems in her workbook.
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Post by valerieshawn on Jul 14, 2011 13:56:08 GMT -5
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