Chapter seventeen.

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Tuesday morning. Monday was a holiday for us. My history teacher/ class teacher Ms Nina was writing notes on the board. Five minutes before the bell rang, Ms Nina had something to say. "Okay class. Since you guys have a lot of subjects in a day, the principal has decided that the whole school should have a ballet class!" Wait. What? Did she say ballet class? In school? Oh.my.gosh. Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. Nope. Not dreaming.
"It will be on Tuesday, which will replace your biology and physics class. It will be held with two of the years combined. Isn't it exciting?" Ms Nina's eyes twinkled. Yes. Yes it is.

"I can't believe they're letting us like have a ballet class. Like I bet you're happy Marie." Lynn gushed. No doubt, dipshit. "Did YOU just cahlll ME A DIPSHIT!? I'm like so better than you in soo mahhhhnnny ways...." Oops. I said that out loud.Ugh.She's so annoying. "I'm so so SORRY Lynn. I didn't mean it" Note my sarcasm. She just shrugged her shoulders.

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