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Brandi watched as the bus drove off into the distance. She sighed and retreated back into the house to clean up after Beau's breakfast frenzy.
==Part 2. One ''hell'' of a boring lesson==
:''"Class, I hope to see '''every''' one of you at the exam, no skipping! And I '''need''' all of you to pass... at '''least''' pass."''
Dustin's vision was blurred. Watery. Unclear. Everything was white, like the static on TV. This must be the point where Slenderman pops out, he thought.
:''"Now, we'll review what we have learned throughout this course again, and when I point at you, I want you to say the answer, to the best of your abilities."''
Dustin squeezed his eyes tight. He tried to picture something. He attempted to picture Angela. No use... instead his mother's face flashed in front of his eyes, yelling "You better not fail this course, or else Mrs. Henderson will be over to babysit the both of you!"
No, he protested. No, just no.
:''"What is the... no it was not... stop disrupting the class... that answer is '''not''' correct..."''
Dustin tried to escape the lesson. Maybe if I can dream hard enough, he thought, this class will be over in a breeze...
:''"Dustin..."''
No, this better not be happening... ''hell'' no, piss off...
:''"Dustin! Wakey wakey, Dustin!"''
Just... leave... me... the... %$#@... alone...
:''"Dustin!"''
The blurry mess started to fade. The environment around Dustin slowly swam into view. Soon, a man's face was visible. Then his eyes. Then his beard. And then his mouth, moving up and down.
"Dustin, who was Joan of Arc?"
Dustin looked up. Mr. Downsview was over him, at least his upper body. "Dustin," he repeated, "who was Joan of Arc?"
Uh... uh.... who? Who the hell was this "Joan of Ark" guy? Joan... joan... but that "ark"...
"Uh... Noah's wife?" he managed to mumble.
The whole class burst into laughter, snapping Dustin out of his sleepy trance.
Mr. Downsview managed a smile, an unpleasant one. "Dustin, listen up. I'm pretty sure this course's title is 'History' and not 'Naptime 101'. Pay attention to class."
Mr. Downsview headed back to his desk but didn't sit down. "Alright, back to our review!" he said. "And let's hope Mr. Broke there is a historian and not a comedian. Now, who was Genghis Khan?" He scanned the room. "Dustin?"
Dustin straightened up. "Some Chinese dude, sir," he said.
Laughter shook the room.
"Enough enough!" Mr. Downsview was not impressed. "Dustin, I'm being serious here. If you don't pass this exam, I wonder how you'll pass high school, because you ''need'' at least ''one'' history credit in order to graduate. If you can't beat high school, I hope your parents have enrolled you into a prestigious military school."
The laughter died down, though there were occasional bursts of giggling and chuckling. Dustin's brain barely functioned. It was either too early, or he was way too tired. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Actually, it ''was'' a mixture of both. Waking up before 8AM should be illegal, he thought.
"Dustin, this is your last chance. Now, who is Admiral Landgraab and what did he do?"
Dustin tried to get the gears of his head turning, but the cobwebs were still in the way. "Uh... he liked to grab land," his stupid mouth said.
The class erupted into laughter. Dustin would've laughed if he was conscious enough to get the joke, which he wasn't.
The bell rang. Mr. Downsview sighed loudly. "Dustin, you '''better''' have a miracle from God on the exam, because at this rate, you're not passing. Not even close." He plopped down at his desk and busied himself with his paperwork, ignoring everyone else.
"You done good, Dustin," a boy said, jabbing him on the shoulder. "You got Mr. Downsview twisted up into a pretzel of his own emotions."
Mom's gonna flip when she hears about this, Dustin thought as he gathered his belongings and left the room.
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