Did you manage to do any of the reading assigned for today?” Bethany finally realized she was being called upon. Slowly she moved her head back and forth. This way, her black hair whispered against her pale cheeks. She liked the whisper. Mrs. Greenbaum’s voice cut through the soft sound, shredding it. “Perhaps, Miss Caleb, if you spent nearly as much time on your homework as you do on your extensive makeup regime, you might actually have something to say during class discussions.” A snicker escaped from amongst her classmates. Bethany let her waves of hair fall over her face. This way she didn’t have to see who thought her teacher’s insults were funny. She knew who it was. Only one student was bold enough. Shannon. The class went on around her. She paid no attention. Instead she thought about the gun She pictured the muzzle of her father’s gun pressed between Mrs. Greenbaum’s strangely perky breasts and pulling the trigger.
