It's been a few days since I've seen Ringo.

I assume he's not showing up because of his injuries...he'll probably come around again when his black eye clears up.

"Serenity!"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when my History teacher, Mr. Errington, calls my name.

"Y-Yes?"

"I asked you a question."

"C-Can you repeat it please, sir?"

He sighs. "Who was prime minister during the time of the second World War?"

"U-Um...Harold Macmillan?"

Mr. Errington sighs again. "No, Serenity. That's our current prime minister. The correct answer is Winston Churchill."

Immediately, the class bursts into laughter.

And Margie's is the loudest.