13. Jared's Dirty Work

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Abigail's P.O.V: 

I ran into my first period class as the late bell had already rung.

"Where were you?" Mr.Carter asked in a stern voice.

"I woke up late." I said.

"And?"

"Just get me my tardy and get it over with." I said

The class laughed as he rolled his eyes like always.

"You know what? I won't give you one." He said as he sat on his desk.

"Really?"

"Do you have your report on Mesopotamia?" He asked.

I pulled out the piece of paper as I handed it to him. He quickly rejected it.

"I want you to read it in front of class." He said. "Now."

I sighed as I walked to the front of the class.

Edgar was smirking as Zachariah gave me a kind smile.

A true one.

"Early Civilization v.s. New Civilization." I read off the paper.

"Mr.Carter gave us a lecture yesterday. He said Mesopotamians wanted to be treated like trophies."

"And what do you think about that?" He asked.

"I think you're wrong."

People around the class gasped as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why would you say that Ms.Ackerman?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

I left my paper on his desk, "you say they wanted to be like trophies. But, what happened to them? They died out."

"They evolved Abigail." He corrected.

"What about the Mayans? They are a lost civilization. They thought they were the best. The Romans thought they were the best fighters. They were killed off by the Trojans."

He grew more stern as I was about the finish.

"There were times I felt like a trophy." I said. "My mother and father died. My father who adopted me is sometimes a bad guy."

People in the crowd gasped.

"So what? People want to be special. It's normal. But, everything comes to an end."

I started to sit at my desk as Edgar got closer to me.

"Good job." He smiled.

Mr.Carter still seemed somewhat stunned.

He fixed his glasses as he stood up in the front of the class.

"That was- unique Ms.Stump." Mr.Carter said. "Are you fine with me calling you that?"

I smiled, "sure."
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It was lunch time when I got the phone call.

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