what everyone should do after the 4th

Summer school was over and so was the 4th. Now it was crunch time, Sam supposed, about the test he needed to take. Of course, text books were scattered everywhere on the kitchen table. Sam didn't know where to start, but of course Rachel had a plan, flash cards included.

Sam looked at her as if this wasn't funny. She had to be kidding. But she wasn't.

"I went to the library." She informed him.

"I see." His eyes bulged just looking at all the books. He hesitated. "I don't think you know any new tricks."

"We'll see." She pursed her lips. "What we'll do, we'll work on vocab for atleast twenty minutes, and you get a ten minute break." She smiled. "Then some math. I'll let you have a bacon sandwich and then on to writing. Lots of writing."

"Really? The writing?" He shook his head, no. "I'm really not very good at the writing." It sounded like a promise he guessed he was set in his ways.

"Thats why you have to write. Practice makes perfect." Her smile was big as if she might be his personal cheerleader. "Look, I was home-schooled. We had to write everyday, or else. And my mom was a serious math person. I think I learned from the best."

"Maybe we should have asked her." He gritted a smile. He had a feeling he might not feel the same way about Rachel after today. He knew she was a slave driver. It was just, he really didn't want to see this side of her.

"Ha ha..very funny." She handed him over a sharp pencil. "Now get to work." She was ready for him to memorize, capitalize and get his mind on passing this test.