In which Stella faces the future.
I should have known I’d get caught. I’d never been a sneaky person, so thinking that I’d be able to come into class ten minutes late and not have the teacher notice was a bit naïve on my part.
“Miss St. Clare, please see me after class,” she called out as I slipped into a seat near the back, dropping my tote bag to the floor as silently as possible.
I nodded, but didn’t speak, because despite the fact that I didn’t mind the attention, I didn’t want to distract the rest of the class from the lesson. So I busied myself with removing a notebook and pen from my bag and jotting down the notes already written on the board, deciding I’d opt out of vocally participating today. I’d already made an entrance. I didn’t want to be that obnoxious kid who hogged all
