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The concrete was slick with rain and the lights of the city reflected back. The mirrored images blurred together, hiding the secrets this town really held. Looking down into the puddled raindrops, it was a beautiful sight.
Green, yellow, red.
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We had already been in class for twenty-two minutes, and I was sure I hadn't learned a single thing regarding government.
I had learned a few other things, though, like that Ed Sheeran had released a new album; Emily Rogers, the volleyball captain had sprained her wrist; there had been a hair in the coleslaw at lunch; Maddie was so winning American Idol. A lot of information had been passed onto me since class started.
What I hadn't learned, though, was anything related to government. I had the two girls in front of me to thank for that. Kennedy Pierce and Noelle Carr were very talkative girls. That wasn't necessarily a bad quality, but they were successfully drowning out our teacher with their "discrete" whispers.
We were sitting near the back corner of the room, with me right behind them. Our teacher, Mrs. Taylor, wasn't very strict when it came to talking in class; She wasn't exactly strict when it came to much of anything. The poor woman was a few years delayed on her retirement. She'd come to care less and less about our behaviour.
As long as we came to class and sat through the lesson, she completely disregarded any bad behavior. It was something that a lot of students took advantage of.
I leaned back in my seat, feeling lucky that I had already read the material Mrs. Taylor was discussing. For the rest of the period, I tried to ignore the girls' incessant whispering.
When the bell finally rang, I all but jumped out of my seat. I said goodbye to Mrs. Taylor as I passed her and went out into the hallway. My next class was by far my favorite class.
Psychology wasn't my favorite in the slightest, but it was the class of my favorite teacher. Ms. Belinda Porter was a young woman, only in her third year of teaching. She was wise beyond her years and most definitely my role model.
