Liora’s POV
“I just don’t understand why Professor Fredericks gives us so many quizzes. Surely one a week is plenty, but a pop quiz at the beginning of every class? I mean, is that even really a ‘pop’ quiz anymore if we know we’re going to have to do it every day?”
“At least they’re only three questions each.” I stabbed a piece of pasta on my fork and waved it around as I spoke. “Meanwhile, we’re expected to write an essay a week for Mrs. Polinski’s literature class. As if we don’t have other…”
My voice trailed off as I spotted him again.
The janitor.
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth, as I took note of him on the other side of the room. He had been mopping the same spot on the floor for the past ten minutes, and I swore he was looking at me every few seconds.
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