I
looked at the Smart board and rolled my eyes. What we were doing right now was
what a 5th grader could do. And we were supposed to be 7th graders. I looked at
my new math teacher with no absolute interest.
The reason I'm
saying new is because I had just been transferred. In the middle of the year. I
hated it. I resisted. I begged. But my parents decided to be idiots and sent me
to this private school. And obviously, they taught these rich kids at a slow paste.
They were all snobs, all thinking that they were better. Well, that I've meet
so far.
I sighed. There
was one bright thing. None of them tried to rape me. Not kidding there. Heard
some girl got raped last month. I suppressed a shiver. then I felt the
teacher's gaze on me. Don't ask why I can feel it. you've got to experience it.
It's way beyond creepy.
" Excuse me
New Student, but aren't you supposed to be working?" he said to me. It was
my third day here, so I wasn't really surprised he called me New Student. Like
the students, the teachers are also snobs. Are at least, they are rude to me.
" Is there I
reason why I should be working, Sir?" I said sarcastically polite. I kept
my face expression innocent.
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