Class is boring. It always is so boring. You could swear English 4 was made for masochists, especially with your teacher torturing you by sitting you next to your best friend, Kody, but never letting you talk.

Thankfully lunch is soon, but for now you have to whisper to her; Kody and you whispered back to one another.

“This teacher…” Kody sighed, the tomboy whispering in your ear. She pushed her chair up closer, getting close to stay quiet. The teacher was already on you two anyway.