“One week until holidays,” Julian declared. Robert and Emily made a silencing noise. There was barely anyone in the library.
“What are you two doing?” asked Andrew as he looked at the long list of words on their sheets of paper.
“We studying for the Indo test on Monday, Catherine was here before but she had to go to maths,” Robert replied.
“Bro it’s Friday, do it later. You have the whole weekend,” said Julian.
“Dude its Friday afternoon, period six, you’re not going to get any study done, not with us here,” said Andrew.
“I guess, ah crap, I have Indo Extension after school, let’s hope I brought my filing system…” Robert said looking through the extensive pile of papers on his desk. The others looked at him confused, so Emily decided to fill them in.
“Robert has a tendency to forget worksheets for Indonesian, and when he does, he remembers he put it in his filing system at home. Thus when this happens he says to Miss York ‘my filing system has failed me again.”
“Yes, the system has not failed me today,” he gloated as he held a piece of paper, towards the roof of the library, like it was a beacon of hope.
“That wasn’t your tune in period three, I can assure you,” Emily replied, chuckling at the memory of earlier in the day. Eventually Emily, Andrew, Robert, Julian and Gabby sat around the table and chatted.
“Have you guys heard of ‘Sink the Bismarck’? I know you have Em” Robert asked to the group, the others shook their heads.
“You can’t discuss this without Patrick, you two found out about it Indo, don’t know how though?” Emily replied.
“Pretty simple, we were researching Bintang beer for our cultural journal, or at least that was the excuse we told miss.”
“Bro, what’s ‘Sink the Bismarck’?” Andrew asked.
“It’s a beer that’s 41% alcohol…” Gabby gave a low appreciative whistle, Andrew was gobsmacked and Julian shrugged it off like it was no big deal.
“I didn’t know you were so interested in the notion of beer,” said the librarian Mrs Li as she walked towards them. The group quickly grabbed pens and books, make it look like they were working, but Mrs Li waved her hand, indicating for them to put their books away.
“It’s period six Friday; I don’t expect you to be working, although wasting your time on topics such as alcohol is slightly more of a concern,” she said.
“It’s alcohol first, politics later, that’s our policy miss,” said Emily jokingly. Mrs Li chuckled a little, which for the scary librarian was rather strange.
“I hate American politics, why am I part American?” Gabby announced.
“Dual citizenship getting you down?” asked Emily. Gabby nodded.
“It’s so freaking difficult, I don’t like anyone,” she replied.
“I quite like Rick Perry, a strong, charismatic leader,” Julian replied albeit sarcastically.
“If you like Rick Perry, then in my postmodernist opinion, you are a pineapple,” said Andrew.
“And I accept that with great grace,” said Julian.
“Oh brother, only you kids could insult each other with postmodernism,” said Mrs Li.
“Remember that time we had that conversation and you pretended to be a postmodernist and I a Marxist,” said Andrew as he faced Emily. Emily remembered that debate well. It was a hilarious one at best. Basically they debated history through both viewpoints one sunny afternoon after school, chilling in a nearby field.
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