The class we entered was small and compact, sitting at most fifteen students. I made a headcount and yep, sixteen seats in rows of fours.
“Let's go. The middle seats are the best.”
She enforced her words by pulling me along to the middle seats. The seats were plush, black -still rectangular- and very comfortable. Seats like this must have cost the school a pretty penny.
Five seats were empty when we got to the class, three of them in the middle. I followed Sarah and sat right behind her.
I made myself comfortable and brought out my textbook -one of several since I’ve yet to drop the ones I didn’t need in my locker- and arranged my pencils and pen just the way I liked on my desk. I also brought out my notepad in case I needed to jot some information down -or class got boring.
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