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Maisy was sitting somewhere in the midst of the class. Too bad Vegetable wasn't here...she had a feeling she was going to enjoy bugging him.
She couldn't help but yawn; she was absolutely sure she'd heard this Inca story before and it was hard to concentrate on it when it really hadn't interested her that much in the beginning. She wondered when Canell was going to talk about something new, like where he'd been before he'd decided to show up. Maisy was surprised he'd arrived so early in the year as he usually showed up sometime later, or so she thought.
Oh well, it didn't matter /that/ much...what mattered was that Ray Canell was there at that moment and he was probably boring a great deal of students. Oh, and that she had a student council meeting sometime that day. Andrew would probably come and get her when the time came.
With nothing much to think about, as she'd already gotten the general gist of what her teacher was saying, she started rating Canell compared to her experience with him last year. Had it been Ethics or History she'd been in his class for? Whichever one it had been she was pretty sure he'd been swinging that sword of his too. Ah, tradition. |