“I will fail if you don’t help me,” I begged. Carl just laughed. “This really isn’t funny!”
“Yes, it is,” he smiled across the lunch table. “The untouchable Quinn has never asked for help like this. You can’t remember some dates and decipher what dead person said to who?”
“Okay, come on,” I deadpanned.
“What’s going on?” Christy said, joining us in the lunchroom.
“Quinn found something she isn’t good at,” Carl claimed.
“I didn’t want to take the advanced course, and you know it. Please,” I pleaded.
“What are we talking about?” Christy asked. A bread roll flew in front of us, landing at the end of the table. I looked down at the other end to see Reese waving with a childish smile on his face. I grabbed one of my carrots and chucked it at him.
“History. Specifically, AP World His
