I rushed into class, hurriedly to erase my mistake from yesterday. Where had lied my number was now a scribble of eraser smudge with tiny, teasing words next to it.
Might not want to do that
Relieved, I set my stuff down on the desk behind me and wrote neatly and small:
Did you expect me to morse code it?
The class passed quickly, but there was a boy across class staring at me.
