The selection
Well today was the selection for the class trip. They were having a quiz competition against our rival school. They have one every year and the winners whole class goes on this amazing trip. This year we are going to Romania for the trip. The whole trip is funded we have no idea by whom or why but they do.
So I guess.... thanks or whatever. well we hit the final round an some how by a miracle I'm still in the final two. Apparently the history of Romania is pretty easy to remember.
I look up over the crowd an realized that im lucky to be up here. One of my teachers talked me into joining for it. They were more excited then I was when I managed to get in for the competition. That's the good part bad part is that I'm the last one on my team an the final answer is about the warrior families that stood by the side of Romania's most vicious king known to the world. It was somewhat easy to learn but the order of who stood by him first was always hard to remember.
So yeah there's that. I know fun huh. I looked back up then back down at the pedistool in which I stood behind. I was thinking to figure out which order it could be when. The other kid answered first. To his dismay and my surprise he got it wrong. So I thought what the hell I blurted out my answer.
It was right. My whole class started cheering an the other guy was through in a fit. I just stood processing that I even got it right. my friends ran on stage an hugged me and the nicley dressed man asked me if I had anything to say about my win. I looked at the crowd opened my mouth and then shut it then opened it again.
"I hate my teachers" I quickly got off the stage and left.