I grow tired. Purposefully, I neglect to bring my copy of Challenger Deep to class, and torment it in my dark abyss of my locker. As Mrs. Lindow says ‘page fifty-nine’, she noticed my rolled eyes and crossed arms. “Is there a problem?”
Intimidation still exists within me when Lindow speaks. “I’ve forgotten my novel at home,” I lie.
“Then, borrow mine,” she holds out her hand and, more importantly, novel. Unsettlingly, her grip is like that of