Derek glanced at the clock and cringed. Only ten more minutes. Sweat made his pants stick to the desk chair. In front of him, Sera was leaning back in her seat, hands laced behind her head, making a big show of the fact she was already finished.
“Three minutes!” announced Mr. Olmstead, with what Derek could only interpret as glee.
“Three?” he said loudly. “But…” His voice trailed off as Mr. Olmstead turned to him and quieted him with his stare.
Sera snickered and Derek snapped. “Ten minutes!” he shouted as he stood up and…
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