“Did you hear about that new girl in our algebra class?”
“The one with the pretty hair?”
A scoff.
“It’s not even that pretty, Bre. It’s dishwater brown.”
“It’s a reddish brown. I think it’s pretty.”
“Whatever.”
My head was down against my desk, which I guess I might as well have been dead to the two airheads sitting behind me.
“Anywhos, I heard Daren is already trying to get up her skirt, and she’s been here for like, what? A day?”
“Ugh, Daren is such a skank.”
“Yeah, but he’s my skank.”
“Oh, shut up. You know he still wants you.”
Gag.
“Not if this stupid bimbo gets in the way. She saw me flirting with him. She knows what she’s doing.”
“God, Val. She’s, like, from a Catholic school; I doubt she even knows what it is.”
Catholic school. My eyes flashed open.
“Wait, don’t tell me you haven’t heard…”
“What?”
A pause.
“Oh my god, you haven’t heard?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You know, that rumor?”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Valerie, just spit is out.”
She lowered her voice, but not enough.
“You didn’t hear about that little teacher incident that went on over there-?”
I shot up in my seat so quick I almost knocked my desk over. I heard the two ditzes gasp behind me, glad to finally shut them up.
They knew. My mind was racing. People knew.
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Ghost
Teen FictionIf there’s anything that Natalie Hagen has learned in her fifteen years of existence, it’s that ghosts make better friends than the living ever could. But not all ghosts are as friendly as they seem. [on temporary hold]
