We are very behind on our deadline in yearbook. At the beginning of class, out of one hundred pages, we had a grand total of fourteen done.
"Aren't you so proud?" Ms. McBride sneered, as she put them in the box to send to the plant. I wanted to cry.
So Mallory, Robert, Anne, Mark, Mara, and I skipped the pep rally and worked our butts off to finish
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