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classroom. Tamara holds out her left hand and receives a blue marker. Jason receives a green one. The two seniors begin their daunting tasks of formula work.
     
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       “Ms. Hammond,” Mr. Tolbert calls out.
       The brunette responds, “Here.”
       “No, Ms. Hammond. This isn't roll call,” the Greek Mythology teacher corrects, “You already missed that part.”
       Muffled laughter fills the room with the voices of her peers.
       “Bring it here. You know the drill,” the thirty-seven-year-old male orders.
       Jennifer slips out of her desk and walks over to the teacher's desk. Her dark tan skin is a perfect match to her bff Tamara – a direct result of owning her very own in-house tanning bed.
       She hands Mr. Tolbert her phone. “I'll hold onto to this,” the athletically built senior defiantly states while holding up her smartphone's battery with her other hand.
       “Very well, Ms. Hammond. You can have this back at the end of the class,” the man with gray eyes informs.
       “Whatever,” the irritated teen mumbles as she walks towards her seat. Jennifer notices Rebecca's freaked out look. The tall girl whispers on her way by, “It's locked.”
       Rebecca smiles to thank Jenny for thinking on her feet.
      
       “As I was saying,” the teacher begins, “Does anyone remember who Artemis is?”
       Scanning his classroom, Mr. Tolbert examines the different students that have raised their hands.
       “Yes, Ms. Hindsworth,” the man chooses.
       Rebecca proudly boasts her answer, “Artemis is a huntress of the night. She is attributed to being the goddess of the moon.”
       Mr. Tolbert nods in approval, “Very good, Ms. Hindsworth.” The man's eyes rescan the room, “Does anyone else have any other input into this fascinating goddess?”
       “Yes, Ms. uh....”, the teacher’s mind goes blank when trying to recall the new transfer student's name.
       “Ms. Skank,” Rebecca venomously utters. The classroom fills with bursts of laughter.
       “No name calling, Ms. Hindsworth,” Mr. Tolbert chastises.
       “Then someone needs to tell her to take the softies D-Ed class. She nearly hit me with that rusted piece of junk she drives,” Rebecca counters.
       The new girl turns her head back to look at her accuser. She is shadowed with embarrassment and fear within her new environment. Her long black hair semi-covers her eye's view of Rebecca. The head cheerleader sits in the back right side of the room.
       The S.V.C.'s captain stares at the nervous girl. “Yeah, I'm talking to you,” Rebecca challenges.
       “That's quite enough, Ms. Hindsworth,” the teacher intervenes, “One more outburst and you'll find yourself missing practice for detention.”
       Rebecca huffs like no one understands her. But detention is so not happening. The curvy blond stays her tongue, for now.
     
       The Greek Mythology teacher glances at a piece of paper sitting on his desk,
       “Ms. E-vee Mar-ee, is it?”
       “E-vay Mar-ee,” the humiliated girl corrects.
       “Ms. EvéMari,” the teacher nods, “Welcome.” Mr. Tolbert smiles to bring some semblance of comfort to the nervous eighteen-year-old having hair so black it reflects a bluish tinge.
       “Do you have any thoughts into whom Artemis might be?”
       The new girl nods, but still appears to be unsure of her surroundings. She speaks quietly, “Artemis is attributed...”
       “Speak up, new girl. The rest of us can't hear you,” Rebecca demands.
       The pale skin girl looks at Mr. Tolbert. The experienced instructor nods his agreement with what Ms. Hindsworth has stated,
       “Speak up a little more, please.”
     
       The girl closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and re-opens them. Although not as fearful as a few moments ago, the anxious girl still feels the thickness of the air closing in around her. Not exactly exuberant with confidence, she makes a