Fall For Me ((The Tate Chronicles #1)) Read Online Free PDF

than the usual ‘Hi Josh’.
    “English, I think.” I consulted my timetable again.
    “Great. Us, too.”
    “I wonder what Mr Martin will have in store for us this year,” I said, and then kicked myself for not finding something better to say.
    “Only good things, I hope,” Grace chuckled.
    I couldn’t help smiling and laughing as well, her radiance was infectious. Emma cleared her throat loudly and Grace and I both looked at her.
    “In case you haven’t noticed, that was the second bell and we are now late.”
    I glanced around the empty yard and Emma was right. We all turned and hurried towards the main building. We climbed the big stone steps and entered the large double wooden doors. When we got to the English classroom, Mr Martin was already at the front of the class and had begun the lesson. He watched us disapprovingly as we came through the door.
    “Nice of you three to join us,” he said, squinting through his large wire framed glasses.
    Mr Martin was the classic image of an English teacher with his slightly balding head, bushy beard and tweed jacket. I didn’t get his reason for wearing it when it was at least twenty-seven degrees outside. We walked quickly to our seats in the dreary, musty smelling classroom, and Grace and Emma took their places in the back next to Archer. I sat in the only seat left, which was roughly in the middle.
    “Now that we’re all here,” Mr Martin began, “we can discuss our first assignment. I trust you are all familiar with the works of Shakespeare.”
    Most of the class let out a unified groan. This was the twenty-first century and although I didn’t personally have anything against Shakespeare, I didn’t particularly like his work either, probably because I didn’t understand it. Did they really talk like that in the fifteen hundreds?
    Mr Martin dropped a copy of a brick-like book on every desk. This book was big enough to be covered in fabric and used as a substantial doorstop. He passed me and I risked a glance at Grace who was looking at her copy with sheer admiration. She smiled as she held the book in her hands, treating it as if it were made of gold. Obviously she liked Shakespeare.
    “Your task,” Mr Martin said as he returned to the front of the room, “is to choose one of Shakespeare’s tragedies…”
    More groaning reverberated around the class.
    “But which one?” a voice said from the front. “Didn’t he write, like, heaps of plays?”
    “Yes, he did, but only eleven were tragedies, and if you had let me finish you would have heard me say that I will narrow it down to two. We will be watching renditions of both Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet over the next week or so.”
    The class erupted into chatter, with a few more protests thrown in for good measure. That’s just great, I thought, Boredom 101 coming up. I put my face in my hands then waited for Mr Martin to continue.
    “Your task,” he said again over the noise, “will be to write an essay on the play of your choice, as well as submit a brief analysis of their differences.”
    Essay? Differences? Boy was I in trouble. How could I possibly write about something I had absolutely no hope of understanding? I played soccer. Ask me to explain a two touch pass, or how to narrow the angle, and I’m your man. Ask me to decipher Shakespeare and I’ll offer you a brainless, blank expression. Could this day get any better? What a fantastic start to the new school year.

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    GRACE
     
     
    O ur locked gaze broke when Abby pinched Josh’s arm. I watched and listened as Josh very publicly stood and told her it was over. I may have appeared just as surprised as everyone else on the outside, but inside I was jumping for joy. His relationship with Abby was over, and he’d been thinking about me!
    I watched Josh leave the cafeteria with Ryan in his wake. Then my eyes fell on Seth Brone . He sat with his cronies near the door and his face was plastered with a sly smile. I knew he’d been