Seventeenth Day Of School

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Kira, bored and tired, sat down on her seat. No one is beside her and no one seems to be talking to her in which she dreaded the most.

The bell has rung and only six are present. This is has been her class for seventeen days and, in fact, it is known to be the smallest class in Jeffrey Middle School. But yet, it is loud, almost the equivalent of students pressing against each other in cafeteria trying to feed themselves.

Mrs. Wu, came in and didn't bother to close the door simply for a fact that it's a small class.

"Please take out a pencil or a pen. We will review the French alphabet for your test tomorrow."

And so we did. Another punishment for us to torment.

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