For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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Fuck.
Of course he would pick me first.
"Ummm..." I read over my notes on the screen, "Hester's admirable in the sense that she accepts her punishment and is honest with herself and the townspeople for the adultery, unlike the Reverend who let her take the blame for both their biblical sin."
Mr Hart perches on his desk, arms crossed as a smile spreads across his face at my answer.
He looks... proud of me.
"Good point Miss Owens," he nods to me, "they should both have equal blame for their unlawfulness and his position of authority within the town means he should have taken responsibility."
I nod my head at him slightly and he directs another question to someone behind me. I look up to his face, watching as he listens to the other argument, his eyes flickering to look at me every so often.
I blush when our eyes meet and avert them to my laptop screen.
So much for avoiding them.
He keeps glancing at me every so often but I avoid his gaze for the rest of class. By the time the bell rings, I am fighting off a blush.
Walking out of English, I head to my history class and take my seat. I hear strong footsteps on the polished floors but I don't look up, too busy logging into my laptop and opening up a blank page.
When my eyes finally flick up to the front, I freeze when I see Mr Whitlock and Mr Hart both standing by the whiteboard, arms crossed. Mr Whitlock stands smiling whilst Mr Hart is serious as usual.
My curiosity grows as they wait for the class to become silent.
"Right, Mr Hart is here because we have decided to merge our classes to learn more about Puritan life," Mr Whitlock starts, his eyes scanning across the room until they land on me.
I furrow my eyebrows but his smile only increases.
"My AP English is doing The Scarlet Letter, which is based in Puritan times, which goes along with your History studies on the Salem Witch trials," Mr Hart continues.
"So with that being said, we are going to do a little school trip, to Salem. This trip will be four days, and we will be arranging to stay at a hotel within the city," Mr Whitlock says.
Both of them carry on speaking but my mind wanders, blocking out the sounds of their voices as I begin to stress about being in that pressurised environment with them.
I mean, I will be with them for four days straight.
But, where am I going to get the money from?
No chance I'm going to be able to afford this. There's no point in listening to it when I can't go.
