They say backbenchers are unserious, failures and never do-wells. Six months ago, I would have whole heartedly agreed with that, but was a living example that it wasn’t the case.
As I strained to listen to what the teacher was saying from my seat at the back, I was greatly distracted by the two boys who kept whispering to each other beside me. I was honestly not meant to hear what they were saying, but from all indications, I could.
I tried, I really did try to block out what they were saying and concentrate on what Mrs. Maple was teaching, but the lure of their whispering was just too much to give up.
“— a break into a shop in the next town. They raided a jewelry shop, and carted away goods worth thousands of dollars. Rings, necklaces; stock that was recently brought into the town from
