~ Marco/Mark ~
The history class was rather dull. I kept glancing at my watch. There was still an hour left before the course was over.
“Mr. Collins, as you seem so eager to end the class, why don’t you tell us what you know and your opinion about s*****y in America?” Mr. Stephenson said; obviously, he caught me red-handed as I kept glancing at my watch every five or ten minutes.
I stood from my seat and cleared my throat. “First, I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to disrespect you. I had something important after class, so I was so nervous. It won’t happen again.”
Mr. Stephenson nodded. It seemed my apology surprised him. “Very well, Mr. Collins. Apologize accepted. However, my question remains.”
I cleared my throat again. Some of my classmates had given me pity looks. Franklin opened
