Post by Melody Breaux on Jul 26, 2008 4:16:29 GMT
"Dear God. Why? Fah!"
Test day. Oh how wonderful. Melody sat at a table, surrounded by books. Their teacher for History of Magic-who she still couldn't remember the name of- had decided that today there would be a test on the Giant Wars. He had told them that he expected 6 inches of parchment on each leader of the two feuding parties throughout the wars. That, along with the short answer questions he would be giving as well. Both to be done in class.
Normally, she would have been just fine with this. Except it was a test in her worst subject, on a topic she had zero interest in. Melody just didn't like history. Or maybe it was the teacher. Who knew. But she slept through the class most of the time. When she wasn't sleeping, she was throwing things across the class at her friends.
She was doomed, and she knew it. With an exasperated sigh, Melody dropped her head down on top of the book in front of her.
Test day. Oh how wonderful. Melody sat at a table, surrounded by books. Their teacher for History of Magic-who she still couldn't remember the name of- had decided that today there would be a test on the Giant Wars. He had told them that he expected 6 inches of parchment on each leader of the two feuding parties throughout the wars. That, along with the short answer questions he would be giving as well. Both to be done in class.
Normally, she would have been just fine with this. Except it was a test in her worst subject, on a topic she had zero interest in. Melody just didn't like history. Or maybe it was the teacher. Who knew. But she slept through the class most of the time. When she wasn't sleeping, she was throwing things across the class at her friends.
She was doomed, and she knew it. With an exasperated sigh, Melody dropped her head down on top of the book in front of her.
