Chapter 22. Pain in the ass
Kayla I sat in history class and stared boringly through the window. A strange déjà vu feeling from the last school was making me anxious with a passing minute. I whipped my head to the door when it opened with a loud bang. A woman from the administration office apologetically smiled at Mr. Ramos, but the teacher had a bad temper and his anger rose to his cheeks, painting it deep red. His thick, black eyebrows furrowed, and he dropped an old book with yellowish pages onto the table. Mr. Ramos looked like a bull in the ring and the woman from the administration office was his red cape. “Why no one respects teacher’s work!” he huffed, frustrated, and threw his hands up in the air. I watched as his dyed black hair went up with his palms up. It was a hilarious sight. Maybe I will start to l
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