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“Niall!” Trish shouts, “Did you do your script?” I sighed as I shook my head in retaliation as they returned the favour. Then Trish makes a face at Ebony which is presumably signifying something that I desperately want to acknowledge.
“Niall, uh,” The other girl, Ebony, says, “W-- We are having a study sesh at T-- Trish's house, uh, what I wanted to ask was--” Ebony was interrupted with a budge at her ribcage by Trish which was barely subtle and very distinctive, “w-- would you like to come?”
I simply nod, I did not decipher nor fathom why it was strenuous to the extent where Ebony could not even get the words out of her mouth. I mean, Ebony was also in my math class but she was always quiet and she would only ever get mentioned if she has achieved the highest mark in an exam; which was always.
The bell rang; indicating that class ended as we packed our bags and were dismissed. And somehow, just somehow, Citizenship was becoming less and less monotonous by the minute.
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