"Well if you could accuse anybody of being evil, it would be him."
"Well, if you could accuse anybody of being evil, it would be him." My best friend, Hannah, swept back her auburn hair. It was forever falling in her eyes, and being swept away again. She refused to let it grow out or cut it, because she insisted it was "sexy".
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Perhaps. But I wouldn't say it's an accusation. More like a statement of fact. He is EVIL. Evil and Mr.DuBille go together like...like...peas in a pod."
"I don't think that's such a great analogy, but I know what you mean."
I sighed, and got up from our lunch table. Grabbing my backpack, I groaned. "Evil or not, we still have to the paper he assigned us or we are going to FAIL."
She grimaced, and nodded agreement.
BRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG
There went the bell for our next class. Thankfully, it was the last class of the day, as well as being the easiest and my personal favorite. History. Our teacher, Mrs. Hill, was fairly easygoing and made the topic very engaging. She was also an easy grader, and very understanding when homework didn't always get handed in on time.
Hannah wasn't in this class with me, so we waved at each other and went our separate ways.
