In the crowded world that is Wellsbury, Marcus found her─his star girl.
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In which Dallas finds someone to love after the traumatic events of her past
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Chapter Two: Cracker Society Episode One: Pilot
"Virginia, I should warn you. We keep a, uh, rigorous pace in AP English. The AP students take this very seriously. So, if my class proves to be too much for you, I suggest you do yourself a favor and move down to regular English, OK? I'd hate to see you bite off more than you could chew. Uh, we cover all the greats. Steinbeck, Salinger, Miller, Homer, Fitzgerald, Shakespeare, of course. Um... 16 books total." Mr. Gitten called before turning to Dallas. "Welcome to AP English, Dallas. Uh, what was your last name again?" Mr. Gitten asked. "Miller. My sister likes to be called Ginny, thanks." Dallas said, turning around and walking with Ginny to an empty desk.
"I'm living in a Crest commercial." Ginny mumbled. "Cracker society." Dallas joked with Ginny, receiving a glare in return. "What?" Dallas asked, genuinely confused. "Didn't you notice, he didn't group you with me." Ginny spoke. Dallas bit her lip. "I guess." she shrugs.
"Welcome back, AP English. Hiding in the back there, you will find our new students, Virginia and Dallas Miller. I trust you will make them feel welcome." Mr. Gitten spoke. "It's Ginny." Ginny corrected.
"I know it's our first day back from summer vacation, but I thought it was an excellent opportunity for a pop quiz. Those of you who didn't do the summer reading of The Crucible are in for a world of pain. Uh, don't worry, Virginia, I don't expect you to have read it." Mr. Gitten spoke making Dallas frown and Ginny raise her hand. "Oh yes, you have a question?" He spoke.
"There are 16 books on this syllabus." Ginny started. "Yes. Like I said, you can always drop down--" Mr Gitten was interrupted. "Fourteen of them are written by men, 15 were written by white people, and I'll guess the one Black author will crop up for Black History Month. Am I right?" Ginny spoke. "Excuse me?" Mr Gitten questioned.
"I'm very serious about my education, Mr. Gitten. I'm worried I might internalize an ideology that the main viewpoint, the viewpoint worth studying in class, the viewpoint of the greats, is only that of the white male, thus eradicating my voice as immaterial. And finally, I'm worried I won't be stimulated intellectually. Also, I have read The Crucible, and I'm confident I can take the quiz today." Ginny said with a smile. "Are you through, Virginia?" Mr. Gitten asked.
"No, Please call me Ginny." Ginny finished.
"Well, I don't know how things were done at your last school, Ginny, but here, we don't tolerate political outbursts and grandstanding at the expense of your peers' class time." Mr. Gitten spoke, quite bitter. "Yes Maxine?" Mr. Gitten groaned out. "Hi. I'm, like, also super concerned about my subconscious digestion of the superiority of the white male perspective. Also, I have period cramps, so can I go to the nurse?" Maxine asked.
