Chapter 3:
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I bent down to take out our history textbook as Miss Agatha had instucted. I fumbled, leading to my almost dropping the 200-page volume and a short gasp escaping my lips.
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"What was that?" She sounded almost offended– sorry actually offended. "How dare you let out such a frightful scream?!" She said pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me as if she had just discovered that I was the person who murdered her parents 20 years ago. I was confused, what did she mean by 'frightful scream'? Though a couple moments later it struck me, the small gasp I had made when I almost dropped my history textbook.
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Eventually she moved on from her unreasonable fit of rage.
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Halfway across the lesson, my nose started to itch, but my attempts to control it failed, and I sneezed. But she decided that that was moraly unexceptable.
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"THAT IS IT, I HAVE BEEN PUTING UP WITH YOU FOR THE WHOLE LESSON, AND IF YOU CAN'T RESPECT ME THEN MAYBE I SHOULD JUST LEAVE!"
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I wanted to argue back, to try to make sense of exactly how me sneezing was a sign of disrespect, but I bit my tongue, thinking that she wouldn't actually leave. But to my astonishment she tucked her version of our textbook into her fake-leather laptop bag, picked it up, and strutted out, all without saying a single word more.
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I glanced at the clock, 9:30??!! Our hour-long lesson wasn't over till 10! I examined the room, but everyone else opened their textbooks in silence, as if teachers storming out was just, Tuesday.
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I peeked out of the window, and then I saw someone who screamed authority. Hair tied up up in a tight bun, round glasses perched atop her nose, mid-fifties, wearing a gray jacket over a white blouse with a black pencil-skirt, she looked like the sort of person who you would not want to cross. She walked in.
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"Good Morning Miss Victoria Ashford," All of the students rose up very suddenly to greet her, tension filling the room. "Where is the teacher?" Her voice was stern and firm, carrying a slight British accent at the end. "Uh miss, she walked out of the cla–"
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"Students will raise their hands if they want to say something." She cut me of in an angry tone. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" She responded, addressing me.
"Miss Agatha walked out of the lesson just a few minutes ago," I explained.
She sighed, before saying, "Just read through the chapter you were studying,"
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And with that she left.
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and then Add to home screen.