You decided to take it one step at a time and check out the gym, the first and only place you saw the message. Ms. King was the only one in the gym, making it easier for you to do your work.
"Hey, Ms. King!" you yelled across the room.
Ms. King grinned at you, displaying pearly white, straight teeth. "Hey, you. What's up?"
"I was just wondering why River hasn't been participating class?"
Ms. King wouldn't meet you in the eyes when she said, "Oh, he turned in a doctor's note."
You knew she was lying.
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Good Boys
Short Story"Boys can't get raped." "Boys can't cry." Some people just don't know. [ 2017 ]
