Chapter 71-02

By the time I arrived at class, it was really late. I was glad that the teacher only joked about my tardiness. I wasn’t ready to give an excuse which I clearly didn’t have.

Nate was sitting at our usual spot and I hurriedly made my way to my desk.

"It feels good to be back," Nate said, as I took a seat in the desk next to his.

"Sure…" I said, outstretching the word for added sarcasm.

"Even though we were only absent Thursday and Friday, it felt like more," Nate replied, staring off into space.

I thought about it for a moment, and agreed with him.

"So, how’d it go with the dictator yesterday?" Nate asked me.

The teacher had given us a handout to work on, but most of the students were on their own conversations. Hardly anyone was discussing the worksheet.

"The dictator?" I asked Nate, as I took out a pencil from my book bag.