Mid morning lessons dream.
It was Monday again, exactly one week from the bicep injury and She is growing impatient. It was barely half an hour on clock and yet it felt like days.
Lisa sat with her arms slumped supporting her head from diving face first in the wood of her desk.
unlike usual, Lisa wore a loose T-shirt and shorts instead of her red dress , and instead of answering every question put to her she had barely said a word not just today all of last week. Miss hoover whose attitude and dress sense hadn't changed she still noticed the lack of enthusiasm in Lisa to answer questions and it cause her a great discomfort when she weighed up to the other constant of her 2nd grade class: Ralph Wiggum, the only straight F student who really tried to achieve better grades.
Lisa knew nor cared about these ruminations from her teacher all she cared about was in the gym waiting for her in the Gymnasium. Her first training session with groundskeeper willie. It would hav