fingers, pushed it off over my shoulder and rapidly placed it patted on my thigh. School,
here I am the first day of school. Dozing off in Mrs. Zinger’s class. First year. My first
year here, and half asleep as you can see. The day too long to remember, but too short to
be cherished. “So, any homework?” I said sarcastically with a wide enduring smile to bright
the mood of despair with the knowledge of knowing that obviously we had two mountains
from every single class period. “Oh, let it go! You know that we can’t finish this in ONE WHOLE
NIGHT! Don’t play dumb, Tsez, you know the rules.” Wrame said as she handed over an
enormous handbook she anonymously made up with no sweat even from how much
pounds that thing weighed. And on her way to hand over the large book that surprisingly
seemed so light to her, pressure was once again weighed down on my head with the
weighing down carcass-like weight of the body of Wrame. “Get off my head! And dare I
ask how you came upon it so fast?” I shouted groaning the whole time with a snap at each
word. “Nope! Now…Do you really want me to read number 66? C’mon it’ll help that tiny
unexpaning brain of yours even if it might only help it maybe… 0.000000
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0000-“ She said as I interrupted abruptly.” Fine, Fine! I get the point! Now can you stop that
now?!” I stood up hoping to skip the rest of the class period. “0001! Yep, I’m good aren’t I?
And besides You think you can skip in Mrs. Zinger’s class? Ahahahah—“ I rapidly shoved
my hands briskly upon her open mouth with the repeated laughter, and all that was laugh
was silenced into mumbles. Soon, as fast as my hands lay upon it, she bust out with
words so loud you’d be afraid she’d destroy your ears. ”C’mon, we need to finish the
“Shakespeare” project! ”Wrame shouted as if out of nowhere. Mrs. Zinger shot up out of
her desk and rapidly charged to the disturbing sounds that could only come from Wrame,
The one and Only. “A-A-A-ARE YOU SAYING MY C-CLASSSESS ARE OF NO SUCH NEED?!
AND TO DISTURBINGLY DISRUPT THIS CLASS?! Well, do YOU HAVE SOME PROBLEMS!!”
Mrs. Zinger threw her arms in the air, this way and that way, with an intention to lecture
Wrame unaware Mrs. Zinger had already vanished to the other side of the classroom.
“Well, N-N-NOOOOW…YOU! You should know better-“ Mrs. Zinger froze up, and screamed,
with her buns that now had strands of hair out of place, she could have looked like a mad
scientist. “S-S-S-S-SHAKESPEARE PROJECT?! IN MY CLASSROOM?! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,
NO, NO, NO-“ Mrs. Zingers voice got smaller and smaller while rapidly increasing speed.
After all chaos resumed to it’s normal work again, we were in the middle. I’m lucky yet
unlucky. Wrame dragged me out of Mrs. Zin-
ger’s
class and got me out of the situation, which now I’m unlucky because I was never dragged
into the problem until now I’m pulled into another for skipping class. My day, huh? Great.
Wrame finally spoke after the awkward silence, “Now, let’s talk about that brain of yours!
First off-“ Not really a way to break the ice, so I interrupted “I THINK IT’S HIGH TIME YOU
LEAVE!! Jeepers!” Suddenly, a giggle broke out with a few snorts.
Keyword: Shakespeare
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