Chapter 16“Now, class,” Mr. Singer said at the front of the room. “I understand we’re excited for Christmas and the break. But we’re not there yet, and you know school policy. Put the phones away. If I hear another text message ping, I’m going to have to start confiscating them.”
The class stirred, unsure if the bluff was real. When Mr. Singer waited, his arms folded over his chest, the room went deathly quiet. From where Julian sat in English, he could see several phone screens propped up behind book chapters. Some people were even googling the answers for the questions Mr. Singer had put on the board, which really showed dedication, Julian figured. As soon as Natasha, a girl in the front row, put up her hand to answer a question, Mr. Singer’s attention was compromised. A few more people
