"Hey Brooke, I just wanted to tell you that the test that you retook, it is absolutely..." My math teacher has always had an obsession with me, and my grades. It wasn't strange, at least, I didn't think it was. He made me feel smart, and he was kind. He always suggested Harvard.
"Amazing? Yeah I know, and I'm also 'One of the smartest people in the entire class.' I have heard this a million times." I say, without hesitation. He flashes me a boyish smirk, and he looks down at the ground. I laugh, while he gestures to his class room.
"So, Brooke, your grades are astonishing, and your beautiful, and have enough money to go to a private school, so I have one question. Why are you still here?" He leans back on his desk and crosses his arms.
"I stay because of... You."