Peanuts to This Proudly reading my words, I glanced around the room, only to find my classmates bearing big smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes.Confused, I glanced toward my stonefaced teacher.Having no choice, I slowly raised the report I had slaved over, hoping to hide myself.“What could be causing everyone to act this way？” Quickly, I flashed back to the day Miss Lancelot gave me the task.This was the first real task I received in my new school.It seemed simple: go on the Internet and find information about a man named George Washington.Since my idea of history came