TIFFANY'S POV
She was seated in class with other students, while they waited for Mr Rasheal. It was unlike him to come late, and they were becoming worried and restless.
A few minutes later he half walked and half ran into the class panting. “I'm sorry guys. I was having a meeting with the principal regarding our progress so far.” He apologized.
“It's fine, Sir. We were worried, but we are glad you are here now.” Tiffany said, and the other students concurred with murmurs of “yes.”
“So, let's begin. Today, we will be Studying past word lists, and familiarizing ourselves with common spelling patterns.” Mr Rasheal began.
“Kindly bring out your copy of the competition preparation agenda.” Mr Rasheal added.
Everyone reached into their bags to pull out theirs including Tiffany, but to her
