After Ceramics, I have English.
Professor Dalton hands out papers.
I lift mine and smile at Hamlet.
Professor Dalton touches my shoulder.
I beam.
He's a harsh grade.
Today is a discussion.
The conversation starts with an essential question.
I half-listen, focused on—Snapchat.
My phone buzzes.
Lee shoots invisible arrows at her gym teacher.
I chuckle into my sleeve.
Do you find Ophelia's suicide funny?
His eyes narrow—calling me to stay after.
I expect better, give me your phone.
I grump to AP Biology.
Let's say—I was ambitious with the course.
McKenzie, my lab partner, looks ready to vomit.
Formaldehyde and dissecting baby pigs,
She can't do.
I start the count and open the ribcage.
Poor McKenzie doesn't make it—
Three minutes, before—
She gags.
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