An Elite Study

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After making to class I walk in in with Tessa , who has Advanced English just like me. I don't know how she did making it into my top class. We wave at the teacher and walked to our seats and sit diagonal from each other staring at our spiral notebooks. We were ready to learn what the day had for us. I ended up daydreaming and thinking at the end of class."Transforming" was the word that rang in my ears as the teacher went on and on about so many particular things like " How To Succeed At Writing." or just something that caught him off track and started discussing it to the class. The classroom was like a college classroom with elevated levels of chairs with desks and approved study guides the teacher, Mr. Mullian who didn't believe in using the state wide approved guides .He was my favorite teacher of all the awful classes I took like , Calculus & some Pre-Algebra and all that other meaningless crap. The classroom bell rang and I got up and walked down the carpeted steps till I reached some level ground where my dorm mate , Tessa stood waiting impatiently for me. I was stuck at the top of the classroom so it took me nearly a couple minutes to get down , but Tessa who was luckyenough to sit level with the floor. She came up to me and quickly said :

"Damn , it takes you one hell of a time to get down here now does it, Adalia."

"Maybe you should hold those damn horses of yours , Tess." I retorted , smartly.

We talked like this for months now because she was impatient and I was also. I could've care less about getting of the classroom.

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