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eyes on Professor Lopez. I had a feeling that passing notes didn’t go over well with him. When the paper was laid open, I slid my book over it and then glanced down, peeking underneath the book to read the words.
‘ Dogs should be kept on a short leash. Watch your step.’
I let the book fall back into place and pressed my lips together. I looked up as Professor Lopez turned around again and resisted the urge to scan the room a second time. My money was on the trampy looking minion, but who knew for sure. The entire school felt this way; it could be anyone. I studied the backs of the heads around me, until I was certain I hadn’t had a direct encounter with any of them – yet. Again, that didn’t mean anything.
When no more notes came, and no one went out of their way to shoot me a dirty look, I tried to tune back into whatever lecture the teacher was giving–something about Boston and cleaning up the streets–but I couldn’t concentrate.
Instead, I let my thoughts drift to home. I’d only been here for a few hours, but it felt like I'd already been gone for days. Did anyone at school notice I was gone? Were Sam and Angela telling people I’d left? Were they still going to the mall for girl’s night without me? I remembered the phone in my bag, still powered off, and was glad I’d thought to bring it. First chance I got, I’d call them, and gossip for as long as the battery lasted. Once I’d promised myself to call, I felt better, and my thoughts drifted to Wes.
What was he doing right now? Was he thinking of me? The big question was whether I should tell him about the message from Miles. I knew if I did, he’d freak out and maybe even insist on coming up here to be nearby, to protect me. But as much as I missed him and wanted to see him, I didn’t want him out there, roaming the woods day after day, either. The balance between boyfriend and protector still felt off to me and I wasn’t quite sure how to fix it yet.
Besides, I wasn’t convinced Miles’ message was that threatening. I mean, he didn’t even know where I was. And he’d made it sound like coming to get me was on the back burner until he’d finished doing other things. Who knew how long that would take? For now, I decided to let it go, and not freak anyone out. We all deserved a break after the chaos of the last few weeks.
The bell rang, jolting me back, and the few kids in the room pushed and moved, heading for the door. Professor Lopez ignored everyone by going back to his desk and burying his face in a paperback with the picture of a cowboy on the front.
I packed up my stuff, including the anonymous note, and shuffled towards the door.
“ Miss Godfrey.” Professor Lopez looked up from his novel and frowned, like I was the one interrupting him. “You’re coming in late, so there will be a lot of lost time to make up for. Everyone in this class is making up the work so we are on an accelerated schedule as it is, but I will need you to complete some extra credit in order to pass the class and not return to me in the fall.”
I nodded, already deciding I didn’t want to return to him.
“ You will need to complete a family tree project and hand it in to me by the end of the year. Here are the details.” He shuffled some papers around, and handed me a flyer with instructions.
“ Thanks,” I said.
“ Don’t thank me yet. You have a lot of work to do and I won’t be giving you a free pass just because you’re a Godfrey, either.”
“ Okay.” I stuffed the paper in my bag, trying to figure out what he meant. This was the second time today I’d been targeted based on my family name.
Professor Lopez went back to reading his book, signaling our conversation was over, and I decided to let it go, with him at least. I’d get my answers someplace else.
Cambria was waiting for me in the hall. “Hey,” she said, pushing off from the wall and falling into step beside me. “How did it go with Loco Lopez?”
“ Is that what
‘ Dogs should be kept on a short leash. Watch your step.’
I let the book fall back into place and pressed my lips together. I looked up as Professor Lopez turned around again and resisted the urge to scan the room a second time. My money was on the trampy looking minion, but who knew for sure. The entire school felt this way; it could be anyone. I studied the backs of the heads around me, until I was certain I hadn’t had a direct encounter with any of them – yet. Again, that didn’t mean anything.
When no more notes came, and no one went out of their way to shoot me a dirty look, I tried to tune back into whatever lecture the teacher was giving–something about Boston and cleaning up the streets–but I couldn’t concentrate.
Instead, I let my thoughts drift to home. I’d only been here for a few hours, but it felt like I'd already been gone for days. Did anyone at school notice I was gone? Were Sam and Angela telling people I’d left? Were they still going to the mall for girl’s night without me? I remembered the phone in my bag, still powered off, and was glad I’d thought to bring it. First chance I got, I’d call them, and gossip for as long as the battery lasted. Once I’d promised myself to call, I felt better, and my thoughts drifted to Wes.
What was he doing right now? Was he thinking of me? The big question was whether I should tell him about the message from Miles. I knew if I did, he’d freak out and maybe even insist on coming up here to be nearby, to protect me. But as much as I missed him and wanted to see him, I didn’t want him out there, roaming the woods day after day, either. The balance between boyfriend and protector still felt off to me and I wasn’t quite sure how to fix it yet.
Besides, I wasn’t convinced Miles’ message was that threatening. I mean, he didn’t even know where I was. And he’d made it sound like coming to get me was on the back burner until he’d finished doing other things. Who knew how long that would take? For now, I decided to let it go, and not freak anyone out. We all deserved a break after the chaos of the last few weeks.
The bell rang, jolting me back, and the few kids in the room pushed and moved, heading for the door. Professor Lopez ignored everyone by going back to his desk and burying his face in a paperback with the picture of a cowboy on the front.
I packed up my stuff, including the anonymous note, and shuffled towards the door.
“ Miss Godfrey.” Professor Lopez looked up from his novel and frowned, like I was the one interrupting him. “You’re coming in late, so there will be a lot of lost time to make up for. Everyone in this class is making up the work so we are on an accelerated schedule as it is, but I will need you to complete some extra credit in order to pass the class and not return to me in the fall.”
I nodded, already deciding I didn’t want to return to him.
“ You will need to complete a family tree project and hand it in to me by the end of the year. Here are the details.” He shuffled some papers around, and handed me a flyer with instructions.
“ Thanks,” I said.
“ Don’t thank me yet. You have a lot of work to do and I won’t be giving you a free pass just because you’re a Godfrey, either.”
“ Okay.” I stuffed the paper in my bag, trying to figure out what he meant. This was the second time today I’d been targeted based on my family name.
Professor Lopez went back to reading his book, signaling our conversation was over, and I decided to let it go, with him at least. I’d get my answers someplace else.
Cambria was waiting for me in the hall. “Hey,” she said, pushing off from the wall and falling into step beside me. “How did it go with Loco Lopez?”
“ Is that what
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