Not exactly

You were ordered to talk, not necessarily tell the truth.

“I was late because I was busy staying up all night talking to people, woke up, made sure i looked good, than got stuck in traffic. That’s why i was late madme.”

“Okay, my apologies, you may take your seat again.”

The boring and uninteresting lecture droned on and on. Gina would rather write a paper or read the textbook than listen to a picture-less and monotone lecture about the english language’s roots and influences from old french and old german and how it evolved into modern day english. With perhaps a bit of irony being that american english is actually a bit closer than the british english to old english. Something that really twists a brits knickers.

Honor vs honour, arse vs ass, color vs colour.

But that’s boring, at least to Gina. But without her phone she at least tries to pay attention to the lecture, while occasionally peering over to the clock.

Finally her class ends!

“Excuse me madme? May i have my phone back?”

“I don’t like your tone but sure.” The teacher says as the phone is once more in her hands.