Chapter 4-Breathe

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"Your work sucks," Prague sighed. "Just use my work." He added, passing me his notebook. 

"Fine, thanks." I muttered. I read through his work, shocked at how much better his answers were than mine, noticing how similar our writing is. 

Who is this kid?

I wrote the answers down, and thanked him again after giving his notebook back. I was careful to lower my voice a little, not wanting Mrs Aydon to notice me. After Lexi finished her part, the last one, we all gathered to practice a little. 

Whoosh

I felt a gust of wind on my neck, and realize it was George. I spin around, absolutely disgusted. 

"George! What the fuck?" I whisper-yelled at him. But before I could get another word out, someone spoke up behind me.

"Your hair seems to have a mind of it's own. Bother to control it?" I whipped around, confused. Prague was there, glaring at me. 

"What did I do now?" I demanded. 

"Isn't it obvious?" he spat back.

Less obvious than that stupidly long neck of an ostrich you have,  I thought darkly.

"No, it isn't, so you tell me," I said out loud.

"Your hair decided to whip my face without you knowing," he muttered angrily at me.

"Well, I'm sorry on behalf of my hair, but your stupid friend here decided it was okay to breathe down my neck." I spat.

"Look, Kayla, I'm sorry for breathing on you," George finally got in, "Are we good now?" he asked.

"Fine, sure, whatever," I said, distracted by Prague. "Just don't let me catch you doing it again."

This Prague is surely annoying as hell

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