Eight: A black Underwear coincidence leads to Disaster
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The voice of my chemistry teacher, Mr. Ford, sounded like nothing but a lullaby right now. His monotone, annoying voice that made everything sound extremely boring, actually way more boring than it already was bound to be, really had me wanting to scratch the desk right now and scream in agony. But the only thing that I could do was scribble on my notebook.
I had to distract myself. It was only the second class of the day and it really felt like it was driving me out of my mind. I could not wait to go home.
At least it was Friday and that meant I would not have to come back to this hellhole tomorrow. I absolutely hated this place. Other than it being such an annoying place for me to be at, it made me hate i
