"So Elizabeth! What, may I ask, are you doing down there?" demands Mr. Parker.
Thinking fast you say, "I thought I dropped my keys."
"Very well!" replies Mr. Parker, "It is time to go to the classroom."
"Of course, " you say, grabbing Miss Albany's purse.
Mr. Parker starts walking towards the door then stops.
"I just remembered! That awful student, James I think his name is, is in my class first thing!" complains Mr. Parker, "I am not in the mood to deal with his antics! Would you mind if I let you teach the class today? If you need anything, I'll be right here!"
Not sure what to do you nod and head off to Mr. Parker's room.
You'd known that Mr. Parker didn't like you, but you had never suspected just how much he disliked teaching you. Shrugging your slim shoulders and brushing your new, shoulder-length blond hair out of your eyes you walk up to the door to Mr. Parker's room. Opening the door you find...
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