Chapter Twenty-Five
Day five after the holiday. I hurry into my first period lecture towards my new spot next to Salima Who Never Talks To Me, only to find that she isn’t here. I’ve only recently begun paying attention to her, but I doubt she’s ever missed a lecture before, and I’m pretty sure being late isn’t part of her summa c*m laude plans. I crane my neck as I search every other row in here, but I don’t see Salima. Perhaps I scared her off for good when I sat next to her in yesterday afternoon’s mathematics tutorial and read every question out loud while she ignored me and answered them on her own. I made no effort to hide the fact that I was looking at her answer page for ‘assistance’ with my problem-solving theories. She probably didn’t like that.
The lecture begins.
Salima still
