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Strings class came and passed. Clara didn't honestly see why the heck she brought her instrument if all the teacher was going to do was talk about himself.

She had friends in that class, though. Lily, Nakia, Ashton, and Neptune were great and hilarious.

Clara's next class was her honest favorite besides biology. 

Clara had 3d animation.

Clara had to walk across the whole school. She could of taken the easier and shorter way but she needed the exercise.

Clara signed herself in, grabbed a pair of headphones and sat down at her computer.

"Hey," Andrew said.

Clara waved.

The two started working on their project. Each person had to create a Halloween scene with at least two animations.

Clara listened to random things. It would go from her Imagine Dragons to Queen to comedians and ventriloquist, Paul Zerdin and Jeff Dunham, to Harry Potter to the Flash to finally vines.

Clara was listening to Believer at the moment.

Clara was making a graveyard scene.

Andrew was making a haunted mansion with Luigi in it.

Clara made five gray and cracked gravestones over dark grass with a scraggly tree in the background. In the distance was a blood red moon.

That class ended quickly. Too quickly for her liking.

Clara walked to her car and drove to her home school.

The day went by quickly until her language class.

Clara was working on her worksheets. Clara barely passed Spanish with an 81.

"I have an announcement," Mrs. Ana called out. "Next week, we will have a visitor. He is a celebrity and also is bilingual. He can speak four languages which are Spanish, Arabic, French, and of course English. He will spend the whole week with us."

"Who is it?" a random student called out.

"It will be Freddie Highmore," Mrs. Ana answered.

Clara nearly fell out of her seat.

She raised her hand.

"As in THE Freddie Highmore. The twenty-six year old British actor who plays on the Good Doctor. Who was in the Spiderwick Chronicles, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and Bates Motel."

"Yes," the teacher sighed. "One of you will be his guide of the school the entire week. You have one week for me to choose."

Clara didn't kiss teachers butts. She was going to get her grades up to a better grade and participate.

Class ended for the day and Clara went home.

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