“Cate?” I looked up with a start, realizing I had no clue what we were talking about. Mr. Philips looked at me, waiting. He sighed and repeated the question
“Where and when was Napoleon born?
“Ajaccio, Corsica, August 15, 1769.” I answered quickly.
“Correct, Napoleon was then admitted into a military academy. He trained to be an artillery officer…” I began zoning out again. Mr. Philips voice just bore me to death. He continued to drone on and on about Napoleon and France while I stared out the window at the rain. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jared pick up his pencil. He looked over at me and gave me a huge smile. He shook a strand of his long black hair out of his eyes. I tried to glare at him, but it was no use. His light blue eyes pierced into me, causing me to turn away. I looked up a few rows at Lucas. Lucas seems normal. He wears normal clothes and is an average student, yet he is the kid everyone picks on and makes fun of. His brown hair is always cut short, never below his ears.