A pack of boys was skipping class, having decided that AP Stats was not their forte, and came across the table lined with paper and pencils and a jar with a few coins in it.
A couple of them, laughed at the concept, deeming that it was just a way for the counselors to see how fucked up the students were.
The pack began walking again, while one stayed behind. Quickly jotting down his thought before the others could notice.
I actually don't mind stats, it's just my 'friends' would rather be idiots than do their work so we end up roaming the halls.
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