Mia

When the teacher left after the class was over, the students in the classroom started to make the usual noise when they talk to each other. I still couldn't believe that the boy sitting behind me was actually Peter Morton, so I turned to him since I already had something to talk about, which was about the work the algebra teacher had given.

“How do you intend for us to do this work? Where can we meet?” I asked him, but he just shrugged as he scribbled in his notebook.

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