Leaning against my desk, I rolled my eyes, a copy of Pride and Prejudice in my hands. “Really guys? Are you serious?” I asked. “Five minutes till the bell goes and I swear I’m not going to let any of you out until I get an answer.”
The class started to groan. “C’mon sir!” One of the students, Damien, said. Damien was a dark haired, dark eyed grade ten kid who hung out with the schools bad boy group.
I looked at him. “All I asked was for one of you boys to tell me the first name of Mr. Darcy. Why is that so hard?”
The boys in the class looked at each other and then at me. “Why are you picking on only the boys?” Damien asked.
“Because the boys are the ones who have a tendency to not read this book. They think it’s too girly.” I said, getting up off the desk and crossing my arms. Also bec
