History used to be fun. Now it just sucks.
It actually depends on what kind of teacher you had. And my teacher wasn't doing her job right.
Mrs. Gall was old. Wrinkly. She resembled that teacher from High School Musical, except the fact that she didn't have the wart that Mrs. Darbus had.
She was teaching us about events that weren't near important, and I obviously didn't see the point of her teaching it to us.
"Now who can answer my question of Adolf Hitler being a good leader?"
"Well he killed all the good people, so obviously he was a great leader," The known Jared Wood replied with sarcasm in his tone.
Mrs. Gall didn't even bother to comment on his answer and proceeded. At least she knows she's saving her energy and spit on the boy.
"I shall ask," she pushed up her reading glasses and scanned the attendance list.
"Miss Clark?"
There it goes again. The silence of 'Miss Clark', the truant. The miss I-don't-want-to-go-to-school-because-i'm-too-busy.
"Miss Annika Clark? Are you present?"
As usual the class stayed silent upon that name.
That name which brought back so many memories.
Annika Blaire Clark. Boy, she was one of a kind.
History used to be fun — with her. Now it just sucks — because she left.
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Bringing her back
RomanceLife wasn't easy for Annika Blaire. She had 3 siblings behind her, her parents weren't exactly out of the picture but they were already "gone", and she was just 16. She was always running errands, juggling many jobs, and sending her siblings to sch...
