Franklin High is nothing short of a nightmare. Today is the first day of the tenth grade. We haven't even made it through the first period, and Mrs. Bernstein is already giving me the third degree.

  “Marcella?”

  I look up from my doodling to see her staring at me.

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  “Are we really going to have the same problem as last year? Or will you pay attention.”

  I hate school. I do not see the point in learning about things that I will never use in the real world.

  "Marcella? Are you listening?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Bernstein. You have got my full and undivided attention. Do go on.”

  Apparently my tone is bad-mannered or something, because next thing you know I am sitting in a chair outside of the principal’s office.