Wagged my finger. “Testing never stops, that’s just when they let it get mundane with the exams.”
“We don’t have homework, right?” Max Lamont worried.
“It’s a school,” Cicero Yates scoffed, “of course we have homework.”
“But…we don’t have a home!”
“If it’s anything like at the Academy,” Juliette Maes-Welf mollified, “then think of it less as busy work and more like weekly essays.”
“That’s worse!” Tat growled.
“Down with the system!” I agreed, fist in the air.
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