I resisted the urge to groan as she pulled a book off her desk and handed it to me. “Here’s your copy. I hope you’ll enjoy this class.” I thanked her and headed to find an empty desk. The whispering and staring started again. I was already tired of it. Annoyed, I pulled out my notebook again and started doodling. The rest of my classes went exactly the same way. Nothing interesting happened the rest of the morning. Until my AP Chemistry class.
