Katie was impossibly bored. 'It should be illegal for teachers to
teach stuff that
puts us to sleep. It seriously should,' she thought, leaning her head down onto her desk.
For a few seconds, she studied the paper-clip graffiti littering the desk-top.
'School Sux' and 'Rock Steady' were scrawled into the fake-wood. Obviously, Freddy
had sat here last quarter.
Meanwhile, Ms. Breton droned on at the board. She was saying something about
nuclear fusion. Who cared about nuclear fusion? Seriously. Even Einstein should have
steered clear of it. Who wants to study something invented, used by and cared about by
no one but old, washed up, bald science teachers?
'Katie?' Ms. Breton asked. 'Can you answer my question?"
She sat bolt upright in her chair, biting her lip. Her stomach bottomed out. She
didn't know what the question was, let alone the answer!
Ms. Breton was getting impatient. 'Katie? Do you know it or not?'
Katie looked around wildly, but there was no way she could find the answer in the
classroom, on the walls. Just as she was about to give up and tell Ms. Breton that she
hadn't been paying attention, Lawrence caught her eye.
Wide-eyed, she watched as he mouthed the answer. What if he got caught?
Deciding to ask questions later, Katie turned quickly in her seat to face Ms. Breton.
'The atom?' she queried softly, embarrassed that she had needed help.
Ms. Breton looked at her suspiciously for a second before nodding. 'Yes, that is the correct answer.'
Katie sighed in relief and slid back into her seat. Lawrence always had the right answer.
puts us to sleep. It seriously should,' she thought, leaning her head down onto her desk.
For a few seconds, she studied the paper-clip graffiti littering the desk-top.
'School Sux' and 'Rock Steady' were scrawled into the fake-wood. Obviously, Freddy
had sat here last quarter.
Meanwhile, Ms. Breton droned on at the board. She was saying something about
nuclear fusion. Who cared about nuclear fusion? Seriously. Even Einstein should have
steered clear of it. Who wants to study something invented, used by and cared about by
no one but old, washed up, bald science teachers?
'Katie?' Ms. Breton asked. 'Can you answer my question?"
She sat bolt upright in her chair, biting her lip. Her stomach bottomed out. She
didn't know what the question was, let alone the answer!
Ms. Breton was getting impatient. 'Katie? Do you know it or not?'
Katie looked around wildly, but there was no way she could find the answer in the
classroom, on the walls. Just as she was about to give up and tell Ms. Breton that she
hadn't been paying attention, Lawrence caught her eye.
Wide-eyed, she watched as he mouthed the answer. What if he got caught?
Deciding to ask questions later, Katie turned quickly in her seat to face Ms. Breton.
'The atom?' she queried softly, embarrassed that she had needed help.
Ms. Breton looked at her suspiciously for a second before nodding. 'Yes, that is the correct answer.'
Katie sighed in relief and slid back into her seat. Lawrence always had the right answer.