chapter fourteen
CHARLIE
I stand before my class feeling like a complete moron and wondering if it would be more prudent to give up and tell Mrs. Lee that I can’t teach another day.
My students sit in their seats wearing their pressed white blouses and blue skirts, looking as though they’d prefer to be anywhere but here.
The withdrawal period was extended to Friday and I lost a chunk of my original set. The lovely Nikki is one of only eight students that remain in the course.
The other seven have all dropped the class.
Though I’m relieved that my workload has been sliced in half, I admit that my ego has been bruised. I—in essence—have been rejected by a bunch of teenagers.
It hurts.
“Uh, okay. Today’s lesson is… drum roll please.” I tap my fingers against my desk, expecting my clas
