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What to Do When the Ceiling in Your School is Snowing

I rapped my fingers against my desk nervously. I turned once again to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. Cody was thankfully absent today. I turned around again and breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t have to worry about people dying today.

So I sat and listened to the dull whir of everyone’s bored thoughts. Bored….bored….bored… was basically all I heard.

Then I felt something on my head, like crumbs. What? I brushed my head off to see white crumbs land on my desk. Then more fell from the ceiling. I looked up.

The crumbs were coming from the ceiling tiles. “What?” I murmured.

“Bree! Pay attention in class for once!” Miss Widler yelled. Everyone stared at me. I blinked and stated, “Yes Miss Widler…but the the ceiling…it’s snowing.”

Everyone looked up at that moment, but of course the ceiling stopped by that time. “Stop distracting everyone Bree. You’ve just wasted a good 5 minutes of learning. So…”

Were all of the teachers out to get me here or something? They never listen to me.

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