Chapter Three, part three

“Boy, that was intense!” I said to my friend Liviya, who was walking back to home room with me, down our one, low ceilinged hallway. Windows lined the wall that faced the back field, which was in need of mowing, but looked good that way.
“Yeah, I know! Can’t believe Truxon hasn’t been fired for lack of teaching.” Liviya was about 4 inches shorter than me, and had pretty brown hair, which she was pulling into a pony tail as we spoke. “I think that if I were in charge, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to fir him! He just seems so happy when he’s twirling around the room and-” “Giving long boring lectures.” Liviya finished my sentence. “Listen Jules, my 14th birthday is this Saturday, and mom said that I can have a couple people over for the night. Are you busy?”