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I heard her name being called,

"Coming, Ms. Johnson"

I felt a small breeze as she passed by me.

I continued preparing for class to start by taking out my notebook and my pencils.

I wonder what we're doing today.

She finished talking to her and she turned and began coming back down the aisle passing me once again.

You know I, I wonder how far back she sits from me.

I discretely turned but I was met with Joe's neutral turned smiling face, leaning forward towards me,

"What's up?"

I shook my head, I explained that I wasn't looking to talk to him but I used it as an opportunity to look beyond him and see where she was sat.

I saw her rummaging through her pencil case on top of her workbook, I quickly turned and brought my workbook out, too before continuing my conversation.

I tried to concentrate on our conversation all the while watching her.

I could hear the teacher gathering the class together.

When I was turning back around after ending our talk, I made sure to catch a glimpse of her once more before turning fully around.

I heard Ten's voice across the classroom interject before the teacher could utter a word,

"Ms., Portia's name is on the board in error, right?"

That's when my eyes snapped from him to the board, darting from one side to the other, and there it was, plain as day.

Portia

I sat up in my seat,

So what's this about now.

She's never in trouble.

"Yes, Benjamin her name is on the board but not in error. She is going to be our classroom board cleaner. At the end of each day before the final bell, she will clean both boards."

I leaned back in my seat,

Oh, that's good then because I was about to lead the revolt.

I was not going to stand for her being targeted.

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