In my school, we have this dumb period called skills. It is last period, and we switch teachers every day. What we do in skills totally depends on the teacher we have.
Anyways, I was in science skills. My teacher was making us plot the track of Hurricane Katrina. He is oddly obsessed with hurricanes and no one knows why.
He put me at a science tavolo in the back of the room, with this girl named Abigail.
Abigail and I had talked before, but we weren’t really that close.
I gathered my hurricane plotting materials, and placed them down on the black science table.
Once class started, Abigail and I...
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