But it did turn out to be your phone, didn’t it? Xxx “Was that your plan?” Mr. Beardsley left class, everyone pulled out their secret phone to giggly send one-letter texts. Without talking (because she had learned that lesson), Maia looked around the class with a tilted head and lazy eyes. 93!” At least a few of these were caused by Maia’s frustration over the blatant bias; these boys had been allowed to speak 172 times without raising their hands. “I hope you all learned from Maia’s mistake yesterday and I won’t have to waste another hour stretching buttholes.”
With perfect comedic timing, a phone rang from inside Maia’s desk. Spending the night in school on this chair sounded like a better plan than trying to walk to the buses in time like a hunchback, a hunchfront.
