Hear What I Hear 2First period.The bell rang, and everyone was in there seats already. Ophelia sat in the middle row, next to Tommy. Kurt was across the room and Angie was in the back corner, admiring Tommy for afar.The bell rang. Ophelia shuddered and looked around, but Tommy assured her it was nothing to be afraid of. English started once Sting walked in holding a coffee and a briefcase."Good morning, class!" Sting said, familiar with all this students. There were a few new ones, like Ophelia, but the class line up had stayed the same since there weren't many children in this town to begin with. Sting put his things on his desk and went to the front of
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Hear What I Hear 1(No Pro.)"Okay, now what did I tell you? Let's go over it," John said, preparing Ophelia's lunch. Her lunch box had the Who logo on it; a lunch box she only used for first grade; the only grade she accomplished."Don't tell people about themselves?""Right. Don't comment on people's appearance," he nodded, packing her sandwich in, and moving to the refrigerator to get her some snacks. "What else?""Ask for help if I get lost," Ophelia said, "and don't eat anything off the ground."John transferred a peach from the fridge drawer into her lunch. He folded a few napkins and placed them on top of her plastic-wrapped sandwich. "And don't emb