"Remember, class," she said, her voice calm but firm. "A comma is not just a breath. It is the architecture of your thoughts."
The storm having passed the travelers decided to set up camp although the ground was wet they were too exhausted to continue. "Remember, class," she said, her voice calm but firm
The clock above the chalkboard ticked away the final ten minutes of third period. Anton stared down at Exercise 160 in his Rudyakov and Frolova textbook. The heading at the top of the page read Punctuation Work , and to Anton, it looked less like a homework assignment and more like a field of landmines. The clock above the chalkboard ticked away the
Anton looked back at his notebook. He had written out the second sentence of the exercise three times, and it still looked wrong. Anton looked back at his notebook
He glanced to his left. Masha was already packing her pencil case. Her notebook page was filled with neat, confident handwriting. She didn't have any eraser smudges. Anton felt a wave of panic. He looked back at his own page, which was gray with lead dust from where he had frantically rubbed out incorrect answers.