09-15-2009, 07:50 PM
The teacher was all but trying to force essays on them - not that Mel cared. More writing = more work, but perhaps her writing would be better. Maybe one day she'd be a fiction writer.
She started writing a little story on a piece of paper, but the teacher spotted her not listening and picked it up, promptly crumpling it up and throwing it into the trash can.
"You are supposed to be listening. Are you even in my class?"
She frowned, pretending to look at her non-existent schedule.
"Oh, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm supposed to be in Spanish."
Hurriedly, not listening to what Mrs. Boligrafo said, she ran into the Spanish room, somewhat panting.