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Thirty Eight
The seconds passing by, felt like hours. When will Mr. Burke stop scribbling on that board? I've had enough organic chemistry for one day. A little bit of physics would be the cherry on top right now.
Aeliana stared at the wall clock, impatiently waiting for the long arm to approach '12'.
"Why'd they have to switch slots? It's so annoying," Leah muttered to her.
"Tell me about it," Aeliana rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "My brain is only conditioned for dreadful physics early in the morning,"
"Uh huh," Leah agreed. "I'm a lil' drowsy too,"
"10 minutes to go," Aeliana mumbled to her friend. "You got this!"
*****"Is anyone interested in getting anything from the vending machine?" Leah
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