The last time Monroe wrote the lab report, she was the cultural committee representative for Mercy's class. Today, she stood at the blackboard, writing "School Cultural Arts Festival" in big letters before turning to face her classmates.
"Does anyone have any suggestions for performances?" Monroe adjusted her glasses, eagerly waiting for the students to speak up.
The class was silent for a moment until a boy in the back shouted, "I want to play Sleeping Beauty!"
Laughter erupted in the classroom.
"Deacon, who knew you had such a girly side? Are you planning to wear a little dress?" teased the boy sitting next to him.
Deacon's face turned bright red as he waved his hands in a flustered attempt to explain, "No, no, I misspoke. I meant I want to watch Sleeping Beauty."
"We get it, we a
