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Fifth period. Static.
Fifth period was when the static started going through my head. First not remembering summer, then crazy buzzing, and now, freaky static. It was like my whole head was just going nuts. But that's just impossible.

"Madamouiselle Maxime-- Madamouiselle, are you okay?"
"What?"
I was pulled out of my trance by my French teacher Madam Hazel. Last year I had taken Spanish but I decided to try French this year.

"Oh, yes, Oui, I'm fine Madam Hazel."
"Okay, class dismissed!"
Everyone filed out of the classroom.
"Au revoir Madam Hazel!" I told my teacher.

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