Bloody Tales
Said a voice from the back of the class.
"New York City," I replied.
"Why is your hair different?" Said another.
"Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes,"
"Is Ella Hathaway your mama?"
"Yes," I said.
"You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips.
"Do you plan to overthrow Heather?"
What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned.
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