In that instant, the memories came rushing back, bringing me back to that summer I spent in high school.I was in my first year of high school back then. I had been admitted to the best school in the city, Centraxis High School, as the top student from Ridgeview Middle School. I had been excited to start high school, only to get a harsh welcome from my homeroom teacher, Henry Hudson, on the first day.Mom, Dad, and I got off the bus holding worn burlap feed sacks.I located the tenth-grade Class 12 registration area using the signs by the school gate, then happily brought my paperwork to sign in and get my textbooks. Mom and Dad walked behind me, beaming with pride, since I was the very first kid from our village to be admitted to Centraxis High School.Yet, as soon as I reached the classroom, Henry blocked my path. He was wearing designer clothes, a sweater draped over his dress shirt, and gold-rimmed glasses. He opened his thermos, took a sip of coffee, then spat it out onto Da
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