The Scholarship Girl
He stared hard right back at me.
Maybe I expected him to cower, apologize, or do something to calm my anger. Instead, he was staring at me, knowing fully well he had nothing to say to defend his honour.
“Well, scared puppy or whatever the fuck your name is, now’s not the time to bark, okay? I am not going to entertain questions. I’m still in the middle of teaching.”
“Well, you dumb thief, I do know that a student has every fucking right to demand clarification from a teacher. I’m a student, you’re the teacher. I’m confused, and I demand clarification. Do your fucking job.”
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