Soon enough the lunch period had ended. Just like that. And we were on to our next class.
I quickly stumbled into my World History Class and sat near the back.
I usually sit in the middle, but now I felt like being left alone. The bell rang and the teacher smiled and started teaching.
Midway through the class Michael walked in, slamming the door behind him. He quickly found the only spot open. The seat next to mine. I didn't bother looking at him.
"Why are you mad at me?! What the fuck did I do to you?!" He whispered/ yelled. I turned to him."Can you just leave me be!" I whispered back
I honestly didn't want to talk to him. I had no reason to be mad. And I honestly wasn't mad. I was confused.
But he assumed I was mad, leaving me alone at lunch to sit with someone I didn't know.
"Get over yourself Michael." I'm said now mad."Ms. Fields, and Mr. Clifford. Is there something you would like to tell the class?" The teacher asked.
"Yea, Michaels a bitch." I mumbled."Excuse me?" He asked."nothing." I replied.
"That's what I thought now. Pay attention." He continued on with his boring lesson of the "Intolerable Act"
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Short, but I'm trying to make the next chapter longer.
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