Maybe I was wrong

Finally the bell rang, freeing us students to go away from this recently miserable place.

I was not happy when I got home. What would I spend my next five hours doing? I was not used to so much alone time. I wonder what he was doing with his newly found freetime.

I found myself thinking about the mess I had made of myself in history. It had dawned on me, Jess was in that class.

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