In The Best Interest--"Flu Epidemic"
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Peter walked into the class looking tired a week after Sam had left. He had to explain to the others that Sam was alright, that yes he was coming back, and no it wasn't because he got arrested. "Guys, I know you'll be terribly sorry but," he started sarcastically, "the class project, for now, is postponed."
Everyone mock groaned but Peter just grinned. "However," and the mock groans turned to real groans, "I want you to write a poem about someone in this class. It has to be positive, and only use stuff you already know about them. If you don't know much about anyone, get clues from their moods and facial expressions. And after this, communicate more."
THe hands shot in the air. "Cole?" Peter called on. "Does it have to be someone in this room?" he asked. "Yes. Only out of these kids." "What about the older Cliffhangers?" Kristin whined. "No." Peter answered sternly.
The day went on as they battled inequalities, another chapter from "Lord of the Flies", and the American Revolution. It went by fairly quickly. Peter was about to dismiss them when he remembered something he was suppose to warn them about.
"Wait, guys. Most of hte older Cliffhangers have gotten either colds or the flu, so I'd prefer if y'all stayed inside as much as possible, except for the obvious times when you can't. Instead of using hte benches to do your homework, either stay inside your dorms or the cafeteria or the den, okay? Also, don't go near the other dorms. I know this sounds serious, but flus around here aren't the usual city flu's." he explained.
"Okey," they all answered.
**This was kinda boring, but if I added everything else it'd be kinda rushed and crammed, so the next chapter will also be oput tonight. Sorry for not updating very mcuh**
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Peter walked into the class looking tired a week after Sam had left. He had to explain to the others that Sam was alright, that yes he was coming back, and no it wasn't because he got arrested. "Guys, I know you'll be terribly sorry but," he started sarcastically, "the class project, for now, is postponed."
Everyone mock groaned but Peter just grinned. "However," and the mock groans turned to real groans, "I want you to write a poem about someone in this class. It has to be positive, and only use stuff you already know about them. If you don't know much about anyone, get clues from their moods and facial expressions. And after this, communicate more."
THe hands shot in the air. "Cole?" Peter called on. "Does it have to be someone in this room?" he asked. "Yes. Only out of these kids." "What about the older Cliffhangers?" Kristin whined. "No." Peter answered sternly.
The day went on as they battled inequalities, another chapter from "Lord of the Flies", and the American Revolution. It went by fairly quickly. Peter was about to dismiss them when he remembered something he was suppose to warn them about.
"Wait, guys. Most of hte older Cliffhangers have gotten either colds or the flu, so I'd prefer if y'all stayed inside as much as possible, except for the obvious times when you can't. Instead of using hte benches to do your homework, either stay inside your dorms or the cafeteria or the den, okay? Also, don't go near the other dorms. I know this sounds serious, but flus around here aren't the usual city flu's." he explained.
"Okey," they all answered.
**This was kinda boring, but if I added everything else it'd be kinda rushed and crammed, so the next chapter will also be oput tonight. Sorry for not updating very mcuh**