“Well Charlotte, what have you got to say for yourself?” The woman said, pursing her lips.Charlotte hated that line, that thing teachers did when they tried to make you incriminate yourself, even if you were an eighteen-year-old student, about to finish. They did it to her all the time. It was a slimy trick as far as she was concerned. If you were caught doing something, and you protested your innocence, they’d say something like, ‘So, I’m a liar then, am I?’ And then you’re accusing them. The world didn’t work that way, sometimes you could be wrong without lying. That’s what teachers were like though, they put words in your mouth.So what did she have to say for herself? Nothing, really.The teacher would put something to her name either way, and she’d get detention or something.“Well, Charlotte? Anything to say?” She said again.“No, I guess not.” Charlotte shrugged.“Well, that doesn’t surprise me at all.” The woman snapped. “Why did you hit Phil with a book?”“He was stealing m
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