Ashton's POV:
Everyone entered Mrs. Morris's classroom.
"Hello, class, take your seats," She announced.
I sat down in the front row with Michael, Luke, and Calum.
"So class, today we will read a new book called Detectives in Togas," Mrs. Morris said and smiles.
"No! No! No!" We yelled.
Today, we were supposed to read Of Mice and Men. She told us that before the class ended on Friday.
"Class calm down—"
"No!" Darren exclaimed, cutting Mrs.Morris off.
"On Friday before class ended, you said that we'd read Of Mice and Men on Wednesday!"
"Yeah, and today's Wednesday," Luke stated.
"Class, I did not say that we were going to read—"
"No, Miss, you did! I have it on video," Tiana said, interrupting Mrs. Morris.
She takes out her phone, taps it a few times, and turns up the volume.
"Class, hold up! On Wednesday, we will read Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. I know how excited you guys are to read it. I can't wait to read it too," We heard Mrs. Morris say.
Tiana paused the video.
The entire class, myself included, looked at Mrs. Morris.
"That's not my voice," She said.
"That is your voice," Marc said. "Sorry, not sorry, but your voice sounds like Mr. Carson, and his voice is very deep."
A lot of us gasped. I held in my laugh.
"Marc, are you trying to say that I sound like a man?!" Mrs. Morris yelled.
"Maybe,"
"Marc Torres, go to Mr. Anderson's office, IMMEDIATELY!"
"Fine," Marc said and left.
Then, the bell rang and everyone left Mrs. Morris's class.
"Free Marc till it's backward!" Nathan yelled, as my friends and I made our way to gym class.
All of us started laughing.
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Wendy's POV:
Everyone came out of the locker rooms dressed in gym attire for gym class.
I don't like this class, and it's not because of Ms. Zamora. It's just that we have to change and participate every day.
When you participate, you sweat, and I hate sweating.
"Okay, class, today we will play a game of football," Ms. Zamora announced.
Everyone cheered.
"The captains are going to be Tiana," Ms. Zamora began, smiling at Tiana.
Most of the class cheered.
"and Calum."
No one cheered.
Five Minutes Later
Marc entered the gymnasium, already changed into his gym clothes.
"Marc, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Mr. Anderson's office?" Darren asked.
"Yeah, but Mr. Anderson said I wasn't in trouble for what I said to Mrs. Morris, so he let me go," He replied.
"Deadass?" I asked. "What did he say?"
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Teen FictionA story in which two girls are kidnapped by professional football (soccer) players. To be honest, you're in for a wild ride. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY SOCCER/FOOTBALL CLUBS, PLAYERS, EX-SOCCER PLAYERS, OR CELEBRITIES IN THIS BOOK. © mateokovacics...
