My Heart Skips a Beat (completed)

Chapter 3: Two Sides of Skip

A/N: so, here's chapter 3! i've got nothing much to say as an Author's Note except to say that I will be uploading files of the actors/actresses who play characters in this story. we have met just about every major character. 5 votes and 1-2 comments for an update!

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"And with that, the Boston Massacre took place, in, of course, Boston," Mrs. Sherlock explained to the AP History class, none of whom paying any attention. Mrs. Sherlock was nice and she had a sweet disposition, but she was a terrible teacher. She was more of a teacher who expected her students to take notes on everything she said and never really involved the class in her daily lessons. It was more college than junior year of high school. I shot a glance at Susan, sighing and making a funny face. She covered her mouth lightly, holding back laughter as she rolled her eyes. We loved history but we hated the class held by the teacher.

"And does anyone know who the first victim was who was killed by the British, or the 'lobster-backs,' as some Patriots referred to them as?" she asked the class, a first in three days of advanced history. She asked questions and then answered them herself.

Grace's hand shot up, just as it always does. Mrs. Sherlock pointed to her, expecting a correct answer. She was the kind of person who went to the Foxfield Library to study and learn some extra information about various topics and numerous classes. Grace's class participation during the first three days of her class raised Mrs. Sherlock's expectations sky high.

"His name is Crispus Attucks, ma'am. Wampanoag and African descent. He is often referred to as the first hero of the American Revolution." Her eyes never left her notes, which I would bet my bottom dollar that she took at the library. Her brain was literally a library of everything she'd ever learned in her entire life. I was surprised she wasn't on an accelerated program, enabling her to finish four years of high school in three. She certainly could do it.

"Excellent, Miss Dunn. We have been studying, haven't we?" Mrs. Sherlock smiled.

Grace beamed. "Yes, ma'am."

"Great start to the new year. That's a good way to be, please keep that up. Now, we are running out of time. How did the Patriots and the Loyalists react to the news of the Boston Massacre?"

I figured that she realized no one paid attention unless we were involved in the lesson. I raised my hand, hoping for a few extra points on my Class Participation grade.

"Claire?"

I tried to show Mrs. Sherlock that there was another Grace Dunn in her classroom. "There was chaos because five deaths were considered a massacre back then. Outrage was shown because of the first casualty, Crispus Attucks, and-"

The familiar bell sounded and one by one the class packed up their materials and filed out the door. I met up with Grace outside of the Classroom Hall.

"Nice answer, Gracie!" I chirped.

She glared at me. "You know that I hate Gracie."

I smirked. "I know. But that was a pretty kick-ass answer. You prove Mrs. Sherlock wrong and you teach the class for her."

She began to laugh. "Yeah, she really is a terrible teacher. I wonder why we're starting at the American Revolution rather than ancient civilizations," she wondered aloud.

I shrugged, my pleated skirt swaying as we walked back to Bromwich Hall for lunch. "I don't know about that. Maybe she wants to get more into depth of the foundation of America, you know, like the Revolutionary War, Industrial Revolution, Civil War, all those things."