Hi, J.C. here for a review!
Sir hadn’t shown up that day, but the five of us still proceeded to his classroom of schedule, assembled the desks in their usual procedure, and took our place, ready to discuss everything about the world that pissed us off, and everything we could ever imagine doing, inspired by our favourite historical characters.
A History club turned debate group. This is awesome.
We rushed over; the excitement unrelenting in our fingers.
After reviewing the last five chapters, I suppose I'm just repeating what I've already said, but dang good job on your descriptions. This one is short, but no less meaningful. Word games. My favorite. How can excitement be unrelenting? And how can it be present in the fingers? In the end, these questions don't really matter, because the reader knows exactly what you are saying, and it's definitely not something they've heard before.
Beauregard had smiled.
Creepy.
‘Stop it!’ He had insisted. ‘It’s what he wanted.’ His words had frozen us.
‘Didn’t you listen to anything he just said!? This is our gift to us. So don’t regret it. What’s done is done now. We can’t let him have died for nothing. We have to take what he has giving us.’
Even though Beauregard has issues for not being shocked by Sir's death, his character is needed, otherwise the boys might have sunk into the "pit of despair." This is also very realistic, because it's going to be the person most unattached that points out the hard facts.
‘Just us.’ Hutcheon confirmed staunchly, balling his fist to his heart, to complete the look with the hat like some patriot.
‘Just us.’ They all repeated after him.
It almost seems like some sort of Order is being born. Something far more than a club, and I'm excited to find out what you have in store.
Thank you Blackwood!
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