Geology class sucks. Nothing more than listening to my annoying, 55 year old teacher, Ms. Zacks, lecturing about her non existent relationship status, that we all know is 95% made up.
"Brexley! Are you listening to me?" I jump at the sound of the little crackle in her voice that was caused from having way one to many smokes throughout her lifetime.
"Brexley! I am talking to you young lady!"
"I'm sorry?" I look up at the teacher while the rest of the class laughs. I roll my eyes, nothing more than being laughed at 24/7.
"I asked if you had a favorite planet, and if you could please describe it to me." Oh, se has manners.
I look down. "Mars." I look back up at her. "My favorite planet is Mars." She raises her eyebrows and
"Brexley! Are you listening to me?" I jump at the sound of the little crackle in her voice that was caused from having way one to many smokes throughout her lifetime.
"Brexley! I am talking to you young lady!"
"I'm sorry?" I look up at the teacher while the rest of the class laughs. I roll my eyes, nothing more than being laughed at 24/7.
"I asked if you had a favorite planet, and if you could please describe it to me." Oh, se has manners.
I look down. "Mars." I look back up at her. "My favorite planet is Mars." She raises her eyebrows and