“Vois que vous la classe la semaine prochaine.”
The teacher looked at us in the eye but I swear she was staring at me.
“J'ai besoin d'avoir un mot avec vous, Mlle Stanford." She announced, and almost all eyes came to my view. For a second I felt frightened that I did something wrong, then she ushered for me to follow.
The class left for their last period, but all I had for eighth was PE, and she was currently out. I had the choice to stay behind with Ms. Clary in the clinic, or go back home and do nothing since Philip and mom were also out.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked my teacher, Mrs. Emma Johnson.
“Quite the contrary,” She answered, smiling brightly at me. “You have excellent grades in my class, despite being here for the first time. I’m informed by Isaac that you’ve already
