"And yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah, that's how MLK helped shape America," Jack mumbled, scanning and reading the last sentence of his test essay. He stealthily glanced to the person beside him, trying to see if his essay was more intricate. It definitely was. The test essay was integral to his final grade, a whopping 40% of his total grade. This essay could obstruct his grade in his history class, if he did bad, and he was surely going to give it his best effort. Anything lower than a B- would mean a punishment, like no phone for a week.
"Please to be good enough for a B," Jack implored to himself and pressed the "submit" button, feeling his heart heighten with a burst of adrenaline. Once submitted, the room suddenly felt assuaged, like a weight was lifted off his shoulder. He hoped he wouldn't feel wretched with his grade, but instead, happy.
The person beside him scoffed when he finished, proud and mighty. He stood up from is chair and stretched.
"I bet you got a zero," Anti said wryly, allowing a wisp of fresh tobacco smoke to escape his lips.
"Try me," Jack glared, starting to put away his belongings.
"You bet I will," Anti shot back, cracking his knuckles. "You better bet."
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Septiplier One Shots
FanficI have to write a story every week for LA (English) and I have to write a story for my quiz too. You get two stories a week! Might as well make them about septiplier! Sometimes it might focus on Mark or vise versa. Mostly Septiplier though. Enjoy!
