Abigail's P.O.V
Monday mornings are making me tired when it comes to having to get up and suddenly you get bad cramps. "What's the big deal? They're just cramps!", said dad, he was about to say something else when Bailey gave him the 'Don't' look. Dad cleared his throat and continued eating his cereal. "Can I not go to school today?", I whined, gripping my stomach far but of course, the pain still stays. "No! Who am I going to sit in class with?", whined Bailey, crossing his arms across his chest making the table shake a bit. "I swear to God! If you two ever whine one more time... I won't hesitate to take the WiFi away!", said dad, pointing his finger at us.
We both groaned and finished out food that remained in our plates. Bailey and I were already about to pass out asleep because of this about the School's History. I don't think it's about History anymore because now they're talking about how flour is made and yada, yada, yada. I looked over at Mr. Sanchez, he's fast asleep. So is everyone else. "Psst! Bailey, wake up! I'm bored!", I whispered in his ear but he still wouldn't budge. I hugged in annoyance just in time the door barged open making everyone jolt awake, pretending they were taking notes. "Mr. Sanchez!", yelled Mr. Oxford, oh boy. Mr. Sanchez immediately fell off his chair making everyone in the room laugh but not long enough Mr. Oxford held his finger up and quietened the class. "Yes, Mr. Oxford?", Mr. Sanchez asked, his voice cracking at the end. I swear every time his voice cracks! Honestly, he hasn't gotten through puberty yet, I suppose.
"You are my bar of chocolate again, have you?", he asked, everyone in the room erupted into uproarious laughter but was silenced by Mr. Oxford once again. Embarrassment clear on Mr. Sanchez's face. But as soon as it came it was gone again. "So what if it was me?", asked Mr. Sanchez, he leaned closer to Mr. Oxford and said something to his ear loud enough for us to hear. "Seriously, Arthur? Do you want any more holes in that belt?". At this statement, the class erupted into more uproarious laughter. Bailey flopped onto the floor rolling around like a pig in mud. "Oh, you little-", Mr. Oxford stopped himself from saying any more. "You little what?", asked Mr. Sanchez, a mocking tone in his voice. Giving Mr. Oxford a smug smile. With that, he turned to his heels angrily, stomping back to his office. Laughter following his tail. "Right! Get back to your work!", said Mr. Sanchez, going back to his sleep.
Soon the laughter died down and I looked at Bailey who was still on the floor laughing. "Mr. Curtis, please get up from the floor and get back to your seat!", said Mr. Sanchez, picking up the remote and turning off the T.V. I wiped the tears in my eyes that started to blur my vision.
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This is what I decided to write because I have no idea whatsoever and I've run out of ideas to write about Gabriel and Abigail, also Ethan. I'm currently planning on writing a new book. But I'm working on this one first before writing my second book. So...
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