"One more word, Miss Green, and you'll be seeing me at lunch to serve your detention. What is wrong with you?" Mr. Demetrius' loud voice echoed in the classroom, making me clench my eyes shut as I slumped down even more at my desk. Why does he need to make me the center of everyone's attraction?
"Nothing is wrong with me. I was just asking for a pen. Just a pen, Mr. Demetrius." I said, almost glaring at him. But his glare was way more intimidating than mine. I immediately smiled at him, my eyes wide as I pleaded him not to say anything more in front of the classroom. I was embarrassed enough. More than enough.
"Maybe next time you come to my class, carry your stationary with you, Miss Green. Okay, everyone, back to me. I have your answer-sheets with me. Corrected and graded. And very muc
