Mathew sighed. Mrs. Carmon was rambling on about something about fractions. Blah blah blah, another boring day of 5th grade. He spotted a girl was was #4 that he thought was named Crystal and her friend passing notes.
Mathew jumped when Mrs. Carmon's voice stopped. "Excuse me! Are you two passing notes?"
The girl possibly named Crystal looked up and winced. Mrs. Carmon hissed, "If you think you're so great, teach the class for the rest of the day!" Mathew quickly looked up at the clock and stared at the digital "9:47". Had they only been in school for an hour and a half? It seemed like it had been HOURS since they arrived! But he didn't want the girl to teach the class. Mrs. Carmon was the teacher, she should be doing it. Mathew hoped the maybe Crystal wouldn't take on the challenge.
"Okay?" the possible Crystal answered. Mathew flinched. How will a 10 year old kid teach the class? he thought.(Crystal/A7 is not 10 irl. We are not in 5th grade, either.) As the perhaps Crystal marched up to the teacher's desk, with all other 30 kids cheering, Mathew's heart sank. This day was going to be the worst.
YOU ARE READING
Book 1 of Class A7: Student #32 of Class A7| Student #32
FantasyA different point of view from @Cystal2960's If I were the teacher for a day. P.S. Class "A7" is a clue to Cystal's real name. She prob won't let me tell you guys exactly what it is. We are friends IRL, and BriaBriSupaStar is with us too!
