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Post by drewmasters on Mar 28, 2007 20:55:03 GMT -5
Drew sat in one of the student desk closer to the back of he room, the teacher began to speak moments before the test, just explaining instructions. Drew sighed in boredom and peered around the room as the students eyes followed the teacher as he paced back and forth explaining the instructions. He tap his pencil, dazing off, the teachers word began to fade into nothing as his mind wandered.
He blinked back into reality as the teachers words came back into focus, "You may start the test, you will have the entire bell work on this", he said to the class as he went to his desk and read the newspaper. Drew looked around the room as pencils began to scribble across paper, he slowly looked down and started his test.
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Post by promethius on Mar 29, 2007 12:55:59 GMT -5
Orion sat one seat over from Drew, preparing to bomb on the test he had forgotten to study for. Procrastination was his biggest fault, and now he'd have to pay for it. He hoped his grade was strong enough so that even if he crashed and burned on this test, he'd at least still be passing. Either way, he couldn't afford to screw up like this again.
Almost as if he was stalling for time, Orion's eyes scanned the room for anything that could help him. With no hints or tips in sight, he sighed before lifting his pencil and looking down at the test which was essentially written in Greek before him. He noticed the boy next to him looking around the same way he was in the corner of his eye. Looked like they were in the same boat.
"Eyes down, Mr. Corridor."
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Post by drewmasters on Mar 29, 2007 16:41:36 GMT -5
Drew looked from his pencil, to the paper, then to the teacher, who had just flashed open his newspaper. He looked back to his paper, spotting nothing but his name written above. He sighed, "Maybe I should have studied" he mumbled with a blank stare. He finally wrote an answer on his paper, then soon, more and more at a time.
He averted his eyes from his paper to the teacher, who yelled something to another student. He shifted, looking over to the student, then back to the teacher, checking to see if he was paying attention. "You strugglin' too" he whispered to the boy, looking back to the teacher who had his head buried in his paper.
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