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Hera had never all her life experienced a dreadful first week in her whole year of education. This was saying something, as she’s often besieged by the idea that no subject or teacher whatsoever would get into her nerves. Now, however, she seemed to have developed a keen understanding that meeting Ms. Lourdes would, if not always, led her to more detention, which, without a doubt, would twist her sanity. Nonetheless, it was with great relief that she had no scheduled class with her on Friday. It’s the only day of the week she knew would be free from her scorn and snide remarks that if she didn’t improve over the next few days, she’d keep detaining her in that Torture Chamber. Though quite shaken, she really had no idea what she’s supposed to answer when she didn’t even understand half of what she’s saying?
Aside from Ms. Lourdes, the other teachers seemed to not mind Hera being quiet all the time, not when many students were raising t
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