First Spar
I sat slouched at my school desk. It was almost the end of the day and it couldn't come soon enough. Tiffany stood up front talking to the class. I liked Tiffany. In fact, she was my best friend, but I couldn't care less about her topic. Worst yet, I already was in two other classes with Tiffany, so I already heard her speech twice today. "So where is this class?" asked Mr. Ellis, our math teacher, to make sure the students heard it. "Right here at the school gym," answered...