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We soon got to the school. My first class is Russian. Sure, it's a hard class, but I actually enjoy the class. We actually get to eat Russiab food. I somehow lost my concentration because the next thing I knew Mrs. Webster, my Russian teacher asked me a question. Suddenly a shook my head.

"Sorry the answer is 'Pvyet'." I didn't know what question she asked so that was my guess.

"Thank you Mr. Sorenson." Mrs. Webster. All I did was nod. I have to admit I got pretty lucky with that answer.

About half hour later, Russian class ended. I was about to walk out of the class when Mrs. Webster stopped me.

"Jet." Mrs. Webster said

Yes, Mrs Webster?"

"Are you alright?" she asked me.

"I'm fine, why?" I was curious.

"You seem distracted." Mrs. Webster said. I shake my head.

"Jet, don't hide it." Mrs. Webster said. I started to walk away. Mrs. Webster sighed, but didn't say anything. I met up with Angel right outside of class.

"Hey Darling." she said. I smiled at her. The two of us started walking by side by side. (Go to page 65)

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