"Maria! Wake up!It's time for Soc Sci!" Someone was shaking me out of sleep, and I was obviously not very happy. "Urgh...you mean SUCK Sci. I'm sick of that class." Truth be told, I like Soc Sci. Enjoy it, in fact. But when the teacher sucks, just...no. Chikara rolled her eyes. Shaking me more, she nagged me about how we would be scolded by the teacher and get minus points. I begrudgingly got up and fixed my uniform, which was composed of a vanilla-colored blouse and pants. Yeah, pants.
It was time for class, I guess.
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"Our ancestors back in the Mesolithic Period often disposed of the dead in burial jars, crushing their bones and cremating the larger pieces..." Our Soc Sci teacher droned on, occassionally scolding a student who fell asleep from boredom. I looked out and squinted my eyes; the Manila sun was harsh and cruel, and often hurt my sensitive eyes. "But it's better than looking at the board..." I thought to myself.
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Memoirs of a Science Scholar
Teen FictionWhen Maria decides to go to Philippine Science High School, her whole life gets turned upside-down. A story of friendship, hardships, and ships. Or rather, a collection of short stories and story arcs. Might contain feels and laughs. Keep your hand...
