Morse Code
Click. Click. Click.
“Stop it,” Greta hissed, hearing the annoying repeated click of a pen. And of course, it was her sister, who she was forced to sit next to in history class due to the dreaded alphabetical order.
Patty rolled her eyes, slumped over on her desk, and clicked-clicked-clicked.
“Greta Banks,” the teacher warned. “Check that attitude before you get detention.”
“I’m Greta,” Greta clarified. “That’s Patricia.”
“Whatever, both of you need to be quiet,” the teacher demanded.
“I didn’t do anything,” Greta protested. Meanwhile, Patty still clicked that...
“Stop it,” Greta hissed, hearing the annoying repeated click of a pen. And of course, it was her sister, who she was forced to sit next to in history class due to the dreaded alphabetical order.
Patty rolled her eyes, slumped over on her desk, and clicked-clicked-clicked.
“Greta Banks,” the teacher warned. “Check that attitude before you get detention.”
“I’m Greta,” Greta clarified. “That’s Patricia.”
“Whatever, both of you need to be quiet,” the teacher demanded.
“I didn’t do anything,” Greta protested. Meanwhile, Patty still clicked that...