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I didn’t run, but I moved at a decent clip as I headed up the stairwell to the third floor and made my way to the girl’s washroom. The bell rang with a lilting ding-dong, and I was the first one out the door. Guys liked her, I think, because she was appealing without being intimidating. The clothes I wore didn’t show skin, and I didn’t deck myself out in bright colors like a bird showing off its plumage. The only feminine feature I had going for me was my dark curly hair, which I’d grown long.

Boys liked her and she had friends, while the same was hardly true for me. I wasn’t exactly in a position to criticize her. Madison wore a strapless top and denim skirt, which seemed absolutely moronic to me given the fact that it was still early enough in the spring that we could see our breath in the mornings.

She played up the image with sky blue pins in her shoulder length brown hair and a cutesy attitude.
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She was popular, but not gorgeous in the way the stereotypical popular girls on TV were. I’d written down almost nothing in the way of notes there were collections of doodles spreading across the page and numbers in the margins where I’d counted down the minutes to lunch as if I was keeping track of the timer on a bomb. Me? I just put my books away and kept quiet. A bunch of the more social members of the class gathered around Mr. The room was filled with sounds of binders snapping shut, textbooks and notebooks being slammed closed, chairs screeching on cheap tile and the dull roar of emerging conversation.
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There were a series of cheers, followed by the classroom devolving into noisy chaos. I’ll buy the winning group treats from the vending machine.” On Monday we’ll break up into groups of four and see what group has the best list. Make a list if you want, but it’s not mandatory. Think about capes and how they’ve impacted the world around you. Gladly said, “Sorry, guys, but there is homework for the weekend. I tried to ignore the ugly, sour feeling that stewed in my stomach. She saw me looking and smirked, her eyes narrowing, and I lowered my eyes to my notebook. Madison Clements sat two rows to my left and two seats back. Would it shatter his self image or would he shrug it off as an anomaly from the gloomy girl that never spoke up in class? I wondered how he’d react if he heard my opinion on the subject. He probably thought he was everyone’s favorite. He struck me as one of the ‘popular’ kids who had become a teacher. He liked to end class a little earlier than usual and chat with the popular kids, gave lots of group work so others could hang out with their friends in class, and had ‘fun’ assignments like mock trials. He was the sort of teacher who tried to be friends with his students, the sort who went by “Mr. He was animated, clearly excited about what he was talking about, and for once, the class was listening. Twenty minutes to twelve five minutes left before class ended. I wasn’t picking up enough of his lesson to follow along. My eyes were restless too, darting from the clock above the door to Mr. I fidgeted, my pen moving from hand to hand, tapping, or absently drawing some figure in the corner of the page to join the other doodles.

Now that it had finally arrived, I couldn’t focus. Gladly’s World Issues class where we’d start discussing capes. Since the start of the semester, I had been looking forward to the part of Mr. Readers who are on the lookout for trigger warnings are advised to give Worm a pass.Ĭlass ended in five minutes and all I could think was, an hour is too long for lunch. Brief note from the author: This story isn’t intended for young or sensitive readers.
