Oh me oh my what a delightful piece of writing here!
My hand drifts upward. It carves a path, parting the air like curtains. Halfway upon its journey, I slice it down again, hiding it behind the curtain I’ve created.
I can feel their eyes staring, despising my willingness to answer. I hear Bonnie’s sigh of relief, knowing she won’t be picked on. It’s our unwritten accord. If she sits behind me, Miss won’t see her and then she won’t have to answer any of her stupid questions. Except I don’t think they’re stupid, I want to answer them, it makes me feel clever. But the staring eyes stab at someone who’s clever. So I say they are stupid questions too.
From the corner of my eye, I perceive Bobbie’s enthusiastic endeavour to gain the teacher’s attention. Perceive is a good word. I learned it out of the book that sounds like a species of dinosaur. The book told me it is another word for…
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