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IN WHICH MY POP QUIZ
SWIMS UPSTREAM AND DIES
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE AN AP LIT TEACHER SCORNED.
It wasn’t that Ms. Fairchild had a personal vendetta against me. At
least, as far as I knew, she didn’t. But somehow, she always sensed
when I hadn’t done the reading. And then she’d gleefully unleash a
pop quiz on the whole class, as if she was punishing them for my
mistakes.
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I stole a glance at the clock that ticked mercilessly over the door.
Fifteen minutes left. Enough time to fail this thing with ying
colors.
Wonderful.
“All the devils are here,” Veronica said, bridging the gap between
us. The ghost of a smile danced across her face. Sunlight caught in
her hair, revealing the fact that it was actually a deep, dark brown
instead of completely black. Like mine.
“Yeah,” I said, a little too lost in how her ngers lightly brushed
the top of my hand to understand what she was saying. But the crisp
snap of the pop quizzes being shued at the front of the classroom
brought me back to my doom-lled reality. I nodded over to our
teacher. “If by ‘devil’ you mean Ms. Fairchild.” She hovered at the
front of the classroom, clutching my imminent demise in her hands.
I gripped my pen tightly as Veronica’s light brown eyes met mine.
My best friend tilted her head, tucking her hair behind her ears as
she handed me a pencil. “It’s from The Tempest.” I stared blankly at
her. She shook her head, frowning. “Cordy, you told me you did the
reading.”
I groaned. “The cue-to-cue ran long. We had issues with sound
and lights all night. I’m lucky I got any kind of sleep.”
“I thought we weren’t allowed to be in the theater past eleven?”
“Maybe if this was a normal Tech Week,” I replied, letting out a
long sigh as I waved the thought away. “But this is a Barry
Buchanan Original. He needs everything to be perfect for his
playwriting debut.”
Sal perked up at that, turning around in their chair. They ashed
a smile at us as they said, “Barry’s lucky I was there to fact-check his
rst draft. Wildly inaccurate to what life looked like in 1922. And I
xed up some of his dialogue, too. As a treat.”
“There will be no talking during the quiz,” Ms. Fairchild snapped.
She cast a pointed look in our direction.
“Sorry, Ms. F,” Veronica said, as Sal turned back around to face
the front of the class. “We’re just excited for the play, is all.”
“The play’s the thing,” Sal said.
Ms. Fairchild’s expression softened as she rounded out the line.
“Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.”
“Hamlet!” I shouted, unable to stop myself. Sure, I was about to
fail this pop quiz on The Tempest because I hadn’t read a word of
that thing. But I wasn’t completely useless.
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