Chapter10 Mean

Past Our paper got started, and as soon as I got the question paper, the teacher rolled her eyes at me. I know everyone here hates me except Faith. Finally, when I saw the questions, I sighed in relief. Actually, it's our social studies paper and I know the answers, so I will easily get passing marks on these. After writing those answers, which I remembered when I revised last night, I glanced at their questions, which I don't know. I don't want to cheat on this paper. "Shh," someone says quietly, prompting me to look up. I looked up at Faith. She was gesturing me something. I followed her eyes. Oh, she wants to know an answer. I kept my head down and slowly nodded to her, and slowly took my answer sheet and passed it to her carefully. Thank God, the teacher is still busy with her phone chatting with someone I didn't know and was not interested in. She took my answer sheet and quickly opened the papers of the question booklet, trying to cover my desk so that no one could noti