BAB 1

It's first period, biology. Mr. Gun began the lesson by distributing one by one a copy of the children's encore answers last week. I know exactly what "best value" means. On the paper that

Being held by ali now must be two or three of them

Ten Max. I turned down the desk aisle. Ali walked about uncaring, sat on her stool, slid her paper under the table.

"We have a test in two days." Mr. Gun is passing out the final papers.

"Yaaa kids cry out in disappointment, in unison."

Including the paste. He tapped the forehead.

"Don't protest." Mr. Gun shook his head. "You should get used to studying every day, preparing yourself for just one more week of finals. I was let down by a mere seven. I believe you can do better. And you, ali, you're ruining the grade average. When did you finally want to study hard?"

All the friends in class are now looking over at ali. With only scratching his head with messy hair.