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Chapter 6

They had two hours in class to complete this task and the rest would be done at home. 

Cassandra procrastinated for an hour, and even after that she didn't know what to write. All she could think of was, "Yes, the community in The Giver is happy." For the other hour, she just dozed off into her fantasized world full of her favorite books.

Those two hours flew by and Cassandra was awaken by the bell. She waited for everyone to get out of the classroom so that she wouldn't get run over by the flock of kids eager to go back to their conversations among friends.

 Mr. Vancourt could see that as Cassandra was walking out of the classroom she did not have a grin on her face like she usually did. He called her back in to ask her what was wrong.

"Cassandra, have a seat with me," he said as he sat down, "I know that the assignment I gave you wasn't what you were expecting but please at least try to make an effort."

"The question is too easy," she complained. "But I will make an effort just because I like the book, only because of that."

"I appreciate it," Mr. Vancourt said to Cassandra as she stood up.

Finally, the school day ended and Cassandra headed back home. She crossed the old man again, except he wasn't under the tree anymore. She found this weird, but didn't focus too much on it because she had other things to worry about. 

She still did not know what to write for her essay. It was troubling her mind. It was as if she knew what to write but couldn't write it.