I glanced at the time on the wall clock, then to Mr. Maurice, who was doing the lecture on Marketing today. I was fidgeting, and unconsciously, I would bite my nail, then look at the time again. He was holding the hardbound book I remembered he used to smack my head to wake me in the class a week ago.
Maybe if I try to sleep again in his class, I will wake up in my time. When our professor faced the board to write something, I placed both arms on the table and then tried to rest my head on my arms. I took a deep breath as I close my eyes.
Diana kicked my chair. I straightened up and turned to her.
"What?" I hissed glaring at her.
"Do you want him to smack you in the head again?" She questions in a low voice.
I gave her a sullen look before I turned my attention to our professor.
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