07-19-2015, 08:07 PM
Chance twirled his pencil as the teacher wrote the answers on the board. It was so old fashioned in this room. Nearly all the other classrooms had smart boards, projectors at least, but not so in shop class.
Most students only took trade classes because it was a graduation requirement. Anything that could be called menial labor made them break out in hives of disgust, at least with the popular crowd.
He cocked his head when his neighbor spoke, correcting the teacher. A flicker of a smile showed where his thoughts were headed. Maybe, just maybe, he might have his ticket to at least passing the class.
Chance leaned over and poked the crazy haired guy again, twice actually to make sure he'd gotten his attention. "Sit right, why don't you?" said Chance, a bit louder this time. Maybe his neighbor hadn't heard before.
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