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Renee

My brown eyes stare at the clock on the wall, watching it tick slowly The sles tothe school day to be over already I peek down at the doodle I created on my notebook as Mrs Miller drones on about yet another war That’s all history class is—talking about wars, politics, and the downside of hu

My teacher’s roan to slip fro the entire class turn around and stare at me

“A you, Miss Linwood?”

Mrs Miller says “Miss” with a lisp, probably due to her huge overbite

“Um sorry, no?”

My response comes out more as a question than a statement Snickers are heard around the roo

Mrs Miller is not amused as she places her hands on her hips I knew I should have skipped her class today The bell rings, and everyone ju Mrs Miller’s view ofme from the laser beams that are about to shoot from her eyes

“Renee, you really should start paying attention,” Chastity shakes her head at ather my books and throw them in my backpack

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes and follow behind her

But just as I’ called

“Miss Linwood, can I have a minute?”

“I’ll wait for you by the flagpole,” Chastity whispers, shooting me a sympathetic look “Good luck”

I plod over to Mrs Miller’s desk reluctantly Glaring up at me, she leans back in her chair and places her hands under her sagging breasts This woman needs to be introduced to a push-up bra and a dentist

“Yes, Mrs Miller?” I ask, wanting to get the lecture over with

“Do you know that I can probably count on one hand how many times you’ve actually been to class this semester?”