Outdoor Love

22. Plagiarist

Announcement.

I went back inside leaving Warden and Maddie before the next class started. I passed by the lobby and saw something that would be part of my history. Nagel died. I saw his name beautifully written with a white chalk on the announcement board. He died of a disease. I felt sad. I knew him. He was a friend.

Quiz.

We had a quiz in Arts class. I didn’t study a lot last night. Good thing because I had a Source. The Source or Sources (I thought they should be called Sources because they could be many and they could be anyone.) are anyone that provided answers during a quiz or even a major exam. There were regular Sources. There were many times that I was an on-and-off Source because there were times that I didn’t study.

The quiz started. Everyone looked relaxed. Everything was in a serene mode. Until…the teacher threw her rag for someone...purposefully for someone… (Before teachers can throw anything to a student.) I got hit. I tasted the rags for the chalkboard. I didn't know how to react. I was in a state of calamity. (Should I throw back? Why did she throw at someone? Was that someone a Source? Who was it supposed to be?)

Of course not, I couldn’t throw back something to a teacher. The teacher said sorry and ordered the perpetrator, Afari, to only look at his own paper. It was his fault I guess. He was too obvious. He tried to extend his neck just to see his seatmate’s paper. I bet Racine is a Source today. He and Berry might get a high score (They were seatmates.) I had my own Secondary Source, Winston. He copied answers from the Original Source, Lansing.

We exchanged and checked our classmates’ papers. The results were...do you think cheating did something good for me?

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