CHAPTER ELEVEN
Frank and I took our seats near the back of the class. As we sat down, Frank whispered to me, “Alex, do you think Mr. Peters will grade us fairly? You know he doesn’t like us.”
I didn’t look at Frank. I just watched Mr. Peters, who was now standing up and calling for order in the classroom. Although Mr. Peters was not a very large man, his voice was commanding enough that he managed to make everyone shut up pretty quickly. Mrs. Naomi could do that, too, but somehow it was more impressive when Mr. Peters did it, if only because most of us didn’t like him that much, although there was a special animosity between Mr. Peters and Frank and I that didn’t quite exist between the rest of the class and him. A more personal animosity, I guess you’d say.
“I don’t know,” I replied in
