Behind me, Felicia said, “And watermelons. Watermelons would be nice.”
Gotta love a best friend who always had your back.
“If you girls are so keen to be farmers, I’ll put you on compost duty.” She thumped the table with the flat of the blade a second time.
“Oooh.” The sound rose around me, classmates egging on Mrs. Wallace. I’d never earned even one sword tap, let alone two.
I ducked my head, counted my breaths until I could control my frustration, and then looked back up. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. My time of the month is making me cranky. May I be excused to deal with it?”
“What I wouldn’t give for a Pamprin myself.” Mrs. Wallace waved me toward the door. “You’re not off the hook, young lady. Your father wouldn’t stand for disrespect.”
You’re right. He’d tell me to stand
