History Class
I was sitting in my American History class, nervously twisting my hands. My teacher had just told me to meet him in his office after class. I knew I had screwed up on the last test and have been behind in turning in my assignments. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that class was over. Everyone was filing out of the classroom. I looked up and saw that the only people left were myself and the History teacher. Mr. Smith was my teachers name. I had thought from the beginning of...