Chapter 3 - Humiliated.
Fat.
Ugly.
Awkward.
The teacher stood at the front of the classroom, staring expectantly at the students.
She had asked a question, and was waiting for someone to volunteer an answer.
I guess she was out of luck, and decided to prey on the weak, because next thing I knew, she had called my name.
"Britton?"
It was only one word, but it seemed to carry a lot more weight than that.
It's a delicate balance. Answering questions. Answer too many of them and you're a kiss up. Don't answer enough and the teacher calls you out in front of the class.
"Is it the American Revolution?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to be wrong.
"No, but nice try. That was in 1765. I asked what occurred from 1861 through 1865."
"I don't know." I said sheepishly, not wanting to get it wrong two times in a row. The teacher shook her head and answered her question herself, continuing the lesson.
Behind me I heard laughing. Upon hearing this, I decided to listen in on the people behind me.
A guy's voice, who I recognized to be dumb old Walter, spoke up again.
"I know. She's supposed to be smart."
His cohort snickered and whispered back, the only word I could decipher being awkward.
Great.
Gotta love school, don't you?
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NouvellesThis is a short story about my account of a classmate passing away. This is a true story, so all names have been modified. Aiden was a football player, track star, baseball player, singer, brass player, and an all A student. What happens when all h...
