Either the crowded class meeting or the school holidays have passed. It's the first day of the new semester. There is a new regulation made by a counseling teacher. Mrs. Yolanda arranged the seating position in the classroom. Every day the seating of students should be rolling so they do not feel bored. Also children who are usually too lazy to listen to lessons by deliberately choosing the back seat and clustering, chatting during class hours can be separated. Since this has been a mutual agreement then they abide by the rules. The rules are like this. The person who today sits on the front row aka the first seat, the next day sits on the back row aka the sixth seat. While the person on the sixth seat, advance one chair to the fifth seat. Likewise with the person sitting in front will advance one chair so on. So the rules rolled every day. Then every day they moved seats, more or less so the explanation. “Come on, keep going... Five more minutes!!" Exclaimed Mr. Karl the sports tea
Not a class 11-7 name if it doesn't make trouble. This time-intention is the biggest enemy. Debbie already felt calm because Tuesday and Thursday were peaceful days for her. On that day there was no lesson that gave all of them a headache. Even in between computer lessons she can sneak into the cafeteria to wedge in a few snacks. Not to forget she bought a some order for Kia too, her seatmate. Back in the classroom, the situation was dire. 11-7 residents clustered, overlapping each other at one point. Debbie is confused about what happened. “Hey!! Debbie! Why make you take so long!!" Shouted Kia. In class Debbie gawked. “What the hell happened here? Why do they like that?” confused seen her friends in chaos and panic everywhere searching for help. “Fool!! Have you finished your computer work?!" Asked Kia, irritated. “Not yet, why?" With an innocent face she replied. “HURRY DO IT!! If we don't finish the assignment today, Mr. Hendry said we won't be able to make it to the finals n
After the lesson Debbie and her friends were doing volunteer work cleaning the class on their own initiative. Debbie swept the classroom floor full of dust and plastic snacks scattered. While Kinsey knelt in front of the table to take out the trash from the desk drawer with difficulty. Emma erases a whiteboard full of scribbles. While Kia sits on the table busy fiddling with Emma's phone. Even if today or tomorrow is not their turn to picket. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, especially considering the other 11-7 inhabitants, the awareness of cleanliness is very lacking. The problem is to be done again. So if not them, who else. Because their class was labeled as the dirtiest class, there was even a case of a teacher not wanting to come in class 11-7. Do not want to teach because of the reputation of the dirtiest class that is already famous among teachers. After the whole class worked together to clean up the class, the teacher was picked up by the class leader and wanted to teach ag
Break time, class 11-7 quiet and peaceful just before the typhoon blew. “Eric!” David makes a pass, Eric holds the ball with his right foot. Prepare to kick hard to pass the ball to Darren who is far behind the class. The ball is kicked, soared high, then divided sharply up... “Bruuk!” The ball hit the drink glass on the table. Making the water splatter wet the area around where there were snacks and comics Debbie was reading. Addressing the problem again, the child who was an accomplice in this incident immediately ran away to save himself. “A-argh.. Shit!” Eric scratched his non-itchy head. Bad feeling, could it be deja vu because it feels like a similar incident has happened before. This problem will definitely not be solved easily, passing just like that. He really couldn't figure out why the ball he kicked had to land on Debbie's table. Slowly Eric approached the table that had just been hit by a disaster. “Uh… sorry, really!” No reaction. Debbie stared fixedly at t
Let's forget the illness relation between Eric and Debbie. There was a shocking incident in the classroom. This is not only a hot conversation between the inhabitants of 11-7 but also their peers and upperclassmen. Especially for those closest to the following three main characters. Even the case came to the counseling teacher's desk and certainly also with the homeroom teacher. The three main characters were Rocky, Maura and upperclassmen disguised by the names, they call him—Jae. Can imagine it, the case related to the three main characters, yeah, love triangle. “You look at the face, it's bruises everywhere.” Kia started gossiping that morning. How not to be the subject of conversation with the condition of the face so. When Rocky arrived in class earlier, all eyes and attention of the class residents were on him. "Fighting, huh?” Debbie asked only this time seeing people's faces after a fight. “Definitely! That's punch marks.” So sorry about the question Debbie asked which s
Suddenly the daily math quiz does sometimes happen like it's nothing new for residents 11-7. If they had not said it before, it would have been the same. Like this moment even though it had been warned long before, still the sound of complaints came from a group of students. Especially for the troublemakers, there is only their behavior. For example David, Mrs. Anna could not help but laugh at the behavior of the boy who during the replay did not stop murmuring faintly. Sounds like reading a prayer or a spell, Mrs. Anna rebukes him. "David, what have you been bubbling over there?” Could not bear to hear a murmur that disturbed the concentration of other students, finally Mrs. Anna approached. The boy was surprised, looking at the teacher nervously. "Uh! It's–nothing. It's a tough one, Ma’am...” Mrs. Anna shrugged with a deep breath. “Try to work calmly. Others have the same problem, but stay calm.” “I understood." David shrank in his seat, continuing to solve the problems. Unli
The bell signaling the end of the lesson for the afternoon rang on time. Some students remain in their classes. For students who stay, they have their own reasons. The simple explanation is because if you directly invade the cafeteria for snacks at this crucial time, it will certainly be crowded with competitors. This condition creates a camp of some students who choose to stay in the classroom, lazy jostling. For kids like this, they usually have friends who are relied on to leave snacks. Then there are also types who rule the canteen in groups, including Debbie and friends. As usual after the lesson was over and the lunch break arrived, they immediately stormed the cafeteria to stay there for a long time. Debbie had to move quickly, being the first to have her order served the earliest to fit the duration of the lunch break. Yes, lunch break has always been a battlefield for entrails hunters. After ordering food at the canteen, Debbie sat back to join her friends. “You were talki
Lately Debbie reap a lot of complaints and protests from friends as a destroyer of the atmosphere. No matter the time, weather or event, there is always a long heavy sigh at what she is doing, wherever it is. “Why is she so vague?” can't stand Emma being around her in such a bad mood. Kinsey put her finger in mouth. “Sstt! Just leave her alone.” "Pretend you don't know, don't see.” adding Kia. The guess is that it all happened because of Eric. When she noticed after meeting and talking with him, Debbie was angry all the time. The person concerned feels that she has nothing wrong so others get sensitive too in the end. As a result of these few days Debbie and Eric became more intense, starting a fight just because of trivial things. Every time they meet they are always in trouble, unsure what to fuss about. Though there's a reason for them to enliven the day with a mouth check. “You guys, are you just going to keep quiet and watch?" Emma watched Debbie with an anxious look while t