Chapter 8:

Finally, it was my last class of the day, History. I knew almost every where in this school, except for the smart classes. I avoided them as much as I could. Now five minutes after the late bell rang, I finally found my class. I opened the door to see my teacher already in the middle of his lesson. "Sorry, I got lost." I said "Well, Ms. Love, is it?" My new teacher, from what it looked like his name was Mr. Bernard, said. I nodded my head yes, agreeing that I was Ms. Love. "Well usually if a student is late they have to answer a trivia question soo they aren't marked tarty. Can you do that?" He asked. I sighed and nodded my head again. "Okay, When Union troops defeated Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg (July 3, 1863), what did they shout at the fleeing rebels? And why?" I rolled my eyes at his smirk and the other people in my class laughing, obviously both thinking I would get it wrong, just so happens this was like the easiest thing I've ever heard. "The Union troops shouted one word over and over again at the fleeing Confederates: "Fredericksburg." They did this because the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia had inflicted terrible slaughter upon the Union Army of the Potomac on Marye's Heights at the Battle of Fredericksburg the year before, in much the same manner that the Union troops defeated Pickett's Charge. That's kind of sad you chose a question where the answer is simple,I'm sure you thought I would fail the question. Where is my seat, plss?" Every one stopped laughing and the smirk went away. Mr. Bernard finally snapped out of it. "Wait just a moment! Let me try another question. Seeing as how you were both late and rude." Mr. Bernard said. I rolled my eyes once again. "Whatever." I said, I felt really confident. "What action, meant to alleviate the effects of the Great Depression, did the U.S. Congress take in 1930 which actually made matters worse and completed the ruin of the U.S. economy? Why did it backfire?" He sounded like this one was suppost to be a challenge. He must get these from a sad website seeing as how he was holding a paper. I let out a small smirk and a weird half laugh, half snort. You know what I mean. If not then I know what you mean. To protect U.S. businesses, Congress enacted tough trade barriers (the Hawley-Smoot Tariff of 1930) which in turn resulted in a dramatic decline in sales of U.S. goods overseas -- causing the loss of millions of more jobs and the closing of many more banks. This action finally pushed the U.S. into the depths of the Great Depression (1932). Spot please?" Mr. Bernard froze and the rest of the class didn't say anything. I let out a small cough. "Today would be great, thanks." I said rolling my eyes. Mr. Bernard snaped out of it again. This time he grabbed a new piece of paper which I was assuming was a seating chart. I glanced at the front row of people. Great I thought. Conjoined seating, I would be sitting next to some one who I assumed would be my partner for the rest of the year. Please don't be a dumb ass. Please don't be a dumb ass. please! "Love, you will be sitting next to Gonzalez in the back. Only open seat, sorry." I looked up and saw my favorite person in the world (note my sarcasm) Adrian Gonzalez. "What!?" I squeaked. " There has to be somewhere else right?" I whispered to Mr. Bernard. "I'm sorry, but no. Please take your seet now Ms. Love, you have already dismissed us from ten minutes of learning." I rolled my eyes and walked to the back of the classroom. I sat on the right side of the table and scooted as far away from him as possible. He just scooted closer. I braced myself for what was to come. What? My hips to wide? He think I was anorexic now? Still as nerdy as always?! "D, you really changed for the better." He said. He used the nickname he gave to me when we were little, meaning Diet. "This will be... Interesting" He said. "D was meant for Diet jack ass." I said. He was a little taken back by my comment but he went right back into annoying perve mode in a split second. "Well now it's changed." He said with a evil grin. "Oh yah? What does it stand for now?" "Damn. You got hot." He said, smirking at me. I turned my blushing face from him and acted like I was listening to the teacher, which I obviously did not! Like what did he actually need to teach me? Nothing. D for diet! D for Damn? More like D for the Devil has brought me to hell.