Ask to be excused from the class.
From Create Your Own Story
You put your hand up. Your teacher looks at you, closes her eyes and sighs.
"No," she says, turning back to the board.
"But I really DO need to go!" you say, pretending to clutch your skirt.
Your teacher stares at you for awhile...
"Make it quick," she says. "I'm counting..."
You step up and look over your shoulder. Owen, a guy with spiked-up hair and a moderate build, is staring at you.
