"You cannot do my class until next year, but if you want to come and attend sometimes, I will not mind," Professor Richard David, the economics teacher, told her.
Violet promised she would and then left him to it. It was not him; he had both the truth and the tiredness. Two down, one to go, she thought.
She should have gotten Mr. Jordan Freeman, the science teacher first. He was the worst. Yana had said, Carl Johnson was the actual worst. But Mr. Jordan Freeman was a different sort of creepy jerk.
It was even worse with everyone out sick because he had fewer targets to pick on.
"Quiz," he snorted as the bell rang.
One of the Blue House girls put up her hand. Melanie Carter, something or the other, she thought, but all those tall blonde girls were hard to tell apart.
"I am sorry,
