KELLY
I hate Kelly Bishop. I just wanna kick her face in.
I hate Kelly Bishop. I just wanna kick her face in.The random thought snapped Kelly out of a deep sleep. She wiped drool off her cheek and pulled a strand of curly brown hair from her mouth. She looked up, totally confused by the room full of kids. Where was she? What day was it? Why was this puddle of saliva on her desk?
Then it hit her. Monday morning, first hour, math class. Oh yeah, talk about your major letdown. As usual, she’d dozed off listening to the teacher, Ms. Zach, drone on forever about the value of x or y or some other dumb letter. Ms. Zach was old and still single after like a hundred years. That woman could put the Energizer Bunny to sleep. Kelly rolled her eyes (something she was very good at) and was about to p
