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The day seemed really long.

Eyes glancing at my wristwatch once again to know the time, as every part of me was eager to get off this seat.

Miss Clara, the history teacher wasn't even helping matters at all. At every word she uttered I could feel myself zoning out.

I was over here in History class, and I must say it's the most ear-aching subject I've ever taken.

Glancing at the students around me, some appeared to be sleeping off, some peered out the window, out looking the field ahead, others conversed with whoever was nearby, anything but paying attention to the history teacher was done at this very moment.

The sound of the bell rang, got every student up their feet, a sigh escaping my lips at the save of break hour. Students hurried out of class at once, Miss Clara yelling for us to take a stop, yet, no one seemed to pay the woman any attention.

Break hour meant break hour. Not even the authority of a teacher could stop the feet of food-longing students.

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