XVI
The day drags on like sticky molasses.
All my classes seemed like checkpoints to pass before I'm freed.
My history test?
Check.
My twenty minute run in PE?
Gasp...deep breath...check.
My project presentation in science?
Check.
My math test?
A half check.
I hope I passed.
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