Caitie Roth eyed the clock. Still only 10:27.
History seemed to crawl by even more slowly than usual, Mr. Kershaw dully recounting
a dull Civil War battle. Kershaw's one of Kingsport's finest, Caitie
thought wryly, his arrogance rivaled only by his extensive aptitude to
induce slumber. She wondered absently where Val was. She hadn't been at her
locker all morning. It really wasn't like her at all to miss school. Maybe
she'd finally gotten some sense knocked into her, Caitie thought with a smirk.
Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Jamie or Brianne today, either. Maybe she
was just bad luck and caused all her best friends to fall terribly ill. This
thought made her chuckle as she settled in for a looong 4th period.