Please Look Away
The teacher stood in front of the room. He wouldn't shut up about something about health. Or was it science? But it gave me time to think. I knew I would get an A on his test, so why listen to worthless correction?
She sat next to me. Her hair fell in her face as she did not pay attention. She was to busy staring at the F on her hand-back papers. She did not look sad, shocked or even upset about the bad grades. She only looked neutral. Like a lake that was drying up in the sun.
Movement. Everyone in the class was still, even me. I was staring at the wall behind the teacher, but the girl next to me was moving. Opening up her binder, she pulled out a pair of sharp scissors. I gritted my teeth together and looked sharply at her.
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