I made it to first period just as the bell rung. I let out a breath and took my seat.
"Hey!" Emma whisper screamed across the room, "You ok?"
Emma is my best and pretty much only friend. I have other friends, but, they aren't really who I hang out with. We used to have a third, Brooke. She sorta left the group for people who understood her better. Let's just say that she is an extreme fanatic, and we didn't really understand.
"Yeah," I shook my head trying to clear it.
She looked like she was going to say more, but Mrs. Stinson cut her off.
"Alright class, let's get started," she projected while pointing at the board, " Today we will be learning about world war 2."
A collective groan could be heard thhroughout the school. Mrs. Stinson tended to get a little excited about this particular subject. I turned to the person next to me hoping to share the discomfort when I remembered that Casey sat there. I quickly turned around and looked at the board. And some people wonder why I hate social studies.
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