Chapter 1

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My name is Oliver Delvor and I'm in class right now. I'm in Year 1 with Madam Héral. We were doing a dictation of words when suddenly my pen stopped working. The ink ran out. How could this happen? I'd just changed it. So I started shaking my pen in all directions. Madam Héral saw me and said:

-Oliver! I hope I'm not disturbing you?

-Mistress, my pen isn't working," I replied.

-Not yet! I think I asked you to change it yesterday. And now, today, your pen doesn't work. That's eight times I've asked you to change your ink in less than a month.

You know, Madam Héral doesn't like me, and I might as well tell you, it's mutual. For example, I raise my hand, she questions me and I give the right answer. But this time, she wants to question someone else. Except I'm the only one to raise my hand. So Madam Héral says:

-Oliver! Put your hand down, I've already questioned you!

I reply:

-But mistress, I have the answer to your question.

-Oliver Delvor, or should I say Sir Know-it-all," she replies.

Then she ignored me all day. Is it because I'm smarter than my classmates?

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