Walking into the classroom, Lizzie scanned the desks. She saw Sabrina smirking at her and saw the only desk was close to hers.
“Dang,” she whispered. “People must have really messed up today for there to be so many in detention today.”
She reluctantly walked over to the desk near Sabrina and sat down.
As she took out her books to start working on her homework, she heard someone hiss at her.
“Psst, Lizzie! Psst!”
She knew it was Sabrina, so she tried to ignore her. Sabrina, being who she is, didn’t stop.
“Psst, Lizzie!” she hissed.
Then a small paper ball landed on her book.
Lizzie clenched her jaw as she looked over at Sabrina.
“What?!” she hissed back.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Warden?” the teacher called out.
“No, Mr. Hawthorn,” Lizzie said. “My pencil just brok
