Chairs scraped across the floor as students pushed back from their desks, followed by shoes pounding on the floor as they fled Mr. Williams’ class. “Miss Marsten, a minute of your time?” Mr. Williams growled from behind his desk. I suspected he was about to reprimand me for not paying attention during class. I approached his desk anyway. “Yes?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I understand you have extenuating circumstances that may make it difficult to fully participate in class. Perhaps you’d like to take another week at home?” His words sounded concerned, but his tone said the opposite. “No, I’m ready for school,” I lied. “In my class, there is no in-between. I indulged you today. Tomorrow, you’re either in or you’re out. Got it?” Great. My first day, first class, and my teacher had no heart. He jerked his head toward the wall clock.
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