84-Let’s Do In The Classroom.

“Don’t fucking tell me again how to take care of the mat- ters of the west,” Zane groaned, warning me to stay silent when it comes to his business.

He did piss me off with how rude he sounded. I straight- ened my back and pulled away from him with a frown on my forehead. Soon, the history teacher walked in and started bombarding us with quizzes.

If only I knew he was planning a quiz, I would have skipped school. History was not something I was interested in, at least not werewolf history. My concern was simple. Why do we need to keep focusing on the past?

Needless to say, I failed miserably. The teacher yelled at me the entire time, reminding me how ungrateful I was for be- ing put in his class and not learning anything from him.

I stayed with my head down, not having an inkling of how to get him off my back, and then finally he decided to set us free.

“Remember, I want you all prepared for the next quiz,” the teacher yelled as the students started gathering their stuff. “And where do you think you are headed to?” Mr. Olis then looked my way and spoke in a very rough tone.

Mr. Olis was never our history teacher. We got assigned all the new teachers for this semester, and out of them all, he was the most annoying one. He was reaching 70 and was one of the best they claimed to have. He was the most annoying if you ask me.

and holding my hands in front

in

ride back home and tell him you are in deten- tion,” Olis yelled,

keep me here like this while the others

again in his rough and heavy voice. The students have walked out of the room by now. Zane was the

argued with Mr. Olis, wishing to slap him hard on

here until you are done memorizing the whole history tree of the Spade family,” Olis said and pointed at

help her if you don’t mind.” Zane then added, and Mr. Olis

my lord.” Olis smiled only because he was talking to the

belongings and walked toward the other room. The master suite had

as

you don’t wish to spend the entire night here,” Zane walked ahead of me and grabbed the board marker

in anger and frustration.

a taunting tone, folding his arms and leaning his back

interested in what your family did in the past.” | rolled my eyes and tapped the tip of the marker on the board, having no clue how I was going to get out

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