Chapter 71: Mad Scene

During our free period, Miri and I opted for study hall, despite the fact that not much studying ever got done there. But Miri said we needed a place where we could talk about the Shakespeare assignment, and since it still poured buckets outside, the study hall was our only choice. Neither of us were in a hurry to face Sister Mary Theresa, either.

A table at the front of the room should have held a plate of cookies. Poor Sister Margarite made bigger and bigger batches trying to accommodate our ravenous desire for her delicious double-chocolate-chip creations - never knowing that Marcus took them all and mainly threw them at the jocks while they walked down the hall.

Noisy talkers doing anything but studying, sat at the plain, round tables with uncomfortable plastic chairs.