Janie was standing by her locker grabbing her chunky chemistry book. She tucked it under her arm and shut the door, ere the girl left to her following class. Janie made sure to preset her locker and proceeded to punch in the three-digit code. She then made her way to the dreaded room, 193. She walked into the fluorescent-lit cage and sat in her designated seat. The clicks from her shoes against the linoleum echo throughout the room. Mr. Bernol stood at the front of the room, book in hand. He went on and on about John Dalton proposed the atomic theory. John Dalton was irrelevant in her mind.
She wanted to go home and do nothing. Yes, Janie was aware the day had begun, and the more she thought about the day ending the more it seemed to drag.
She wanted to go home and do nothing. Yes, Janie was aware the day had begun, and the more she thought about the day ending the more it seemed to drag.