Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Half an hour later I turn in my “quiz,” my hand cramped from
writing a mini-thesis in response. I sink back into my seat. I can’t
even look forward to a mental break because I was the last person
done.
Mr. Dorcas jumps right into his lecture.
He starts writing on the board, his back to the room.
“Pssst.” Nicole tosses a note on my desk.
I open the elaborately folded piece of paper.
Troy says he passed his Chem test. No more lunch tutoring.
I write, Good. I missed him. Then I toss the note back on Nicole’s
desk. She opens the note, smiles, then glances to the front of the
room and frowns.
Following the direction of her gaze, I see Mr. Dorcas scowling in
our direction.
“The note, Miss Matios.” He holds out his hand expectantly.
Nicole rises slowly from her seat, leaning closer to me as she
whispers, “Distract him.”
I nod, wondering what I can do to get Mr. Dorcas’s attention.
Not knowing what else to do, I scream, “Ouch!”
“What is it, Miss Castro?”
“I, uh, think something bit me.” Twisting around in my seat, I
search the floor like I’m looking for the offending creature. “I think
it was a scorpion.”
“Miss Castro,” Mr. Dorcas admonishes as he stalks to my desk,
“we don’t have scorpions on this island.”
Eyes wide, I ask, “Really?”
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