The rest of the class watched with avid interest as she approached the desk. Henry’s round-framed glasses slid down his sweat-slick nose, and he pushed them back up again, leaning his forehead on his hand as he opened a notebook and prepared to take notes. Henry sat down, his head down, his slightly-too-long hair falling down over his eyes.
Phillips stopped mid-sentence, watching him. He slipped in as quietly as possible, hoping that the teacher would just keep going. He scanned the room for an empty desk, and hoped that it was actually free, and not just empty because someone had gone to the restroom or was sick that day. Sort of hard when the class is all quiet for a lecture and you arrive halfway through the period. HENRY TRIED TO ENTER the room quietly and remain inconspicuous. My beta readers, Nichole Betourney, Lisa Comin, and Hazel Grusendorf. I wish to personally thank the following people for their contributions and knowledge and other help in creating this book: For all those who struggle to stay on the straight and narrow.
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