Mark was in his English, but today, the words looked like ancient runes. The exercise asked for a complex translation, and every time he tried to piece a sentence together, it crumbled like a stale biscuit. "Need a hand?"
He realized then that the "answer key" wasn't a website; it was the click of understanding in his own head.
The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed, matching the frantic buzzing in Mark’s brain. It was 8:00 PM, and his by Afanasyeva and Mikheeva mocked him from the desk. Specifically, Exercise 9 .