None of this rings a bell

Jocelyn sat there as the pop quiz was handed out. Dreading the questions, which she was right to do. Looking over the questions almost none of it rang a bell harder than a tiny little bit. A year away from school make her forget most things, or at least enough that this test would be an D.

Filling out most of it willy nilly, and best she could she waited for the rest of the class. The speed that she finished would make most people thinks she was smart.

The next part of the class was a poem, Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night," She'd heard that before. Though, mostly half remembered from Independence Day that movie with the aliens blowing up the white house. So she chose to keep her head down.

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