Oh, the glory of horrible teachers...
Note more sarcasm.
I don't understand the point of all the work we get when it's just going to the recycling bin at the end of everything. We're just killing trees people!
"Now class," Mrs. Leeker said, "tomorrow I will be absent due to a family issue..."
I've got issues too, you don't see me absent...
"I expect the substitute to say great things of you all. I have high expectations of you young adults."
I chuckled. "High expectations."
"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Lizzy?"
"No ma'am," I responded, "just a thought of mine I just had."
The bell rang, and I'm now free of this pre-cal hell.
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A Blossoming Flower
Teen FictionElizabeth Castillo was just an average girl. She looked the same, walked the same, and acted the same as any other girl in their sophomore year of high school. But there's the key word, acted. She may look the same as any other girl, but she isn't...
