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Mr. Peterson smirks.

"Nice try Mr. Doe, but you failed that one. You see students, this is a fine specimen to teach you to attend class. Cutting class might seem great to the brainless masses, but in the end you just punish yourself."

What a jackass. He knows damn well that you know your material. The fact that he asked you questions that no one else would be able to answer shows this.

Although Kelly didn't say it, she was really unimpressed. Probably because of the damn speech your middle-aged teacher gave you. Or the fact that Tyson took many opportunities you make you seem stupid.

"Class, which one of you can tell me..."

"Don't ask John. He'll just waste our time again."

Smug bastards.

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Class eventually continues on. Nothing much goes on around you other than Kelly and Tanya -still- passing notes back and on forth. It most likely revolves around the prom.

Your beloved teacher catches this and halts the class yet again.

"What is this? Note passing in my class?" he says.

Tanya quickly makes the thin piece of paper ruffled and into a ball but Mr. Peterson takes it away from her.

"Okay then Tanya, who does this belong to?"

Knowing Kelly, she's probably going to fess up. Unless, that is, you have a plan?