Chapter 29 Noise

• After thirty minutes, the students resumed their seats while Ms. Wilson swiftly ran over her PowerPoint presentation. Even after our teacher separated us and made me go back to my seat, Tyrone and I were too busy guffawing into our hands.
• While Tyrone and I reenacted his sister's greatest practical jokes, half the class was fixated on Ms. Wilson and the other half on Tyrone and me, casting interested glances over our shoulders. Even though Victoria was seated away from us and two rows down, her shoulders were locked, so I knew she was listening to our chat. Ronald was even staring at his old best friend.
• I nodded, snorting into my hands at the recollection as Tyrone murmured over his shoulder, "Remember the time when she put dog poop in my bag and I had that nasty smell of shit following me around all day and nobody had the nerve to tell me the truth?"