Insrtuctor’s Name
“Answer the question, Jane Thomson,” Miss Smith says courteously, coldly, implacably, thus wiping the grin off my face. It is my friend Lucy’s sixteenth birthday, and we have been talking about her birthday party that she is going to throw on Saturday night. Naturally, we have been giggling and grinning from sideburn to sideburn as we usually do when we sit next to each other. That is why we did not notice our Geometry teacher come up to our desk. “Silence!” Miss Smith hisses, turning on the class. Terrified, my classmates watch us in dismay. A sudden hush ...
