Erica
One month later...
“Miss Cavanagh!” I cringed and jerked up in my seat as I became aware of the eyes on me. The whole class looked over their shoulders at me where I sat at the back near the window. “Is there something more interesting than what I’m teaching here outside that window?”
“Of course, there is. For one, I am not bored looking at those pigeons, even they are more interesting than your lecture.” I didn’t realise I had spoken out loud until I heard the gasps and murmurs and a few snickers that echoed around me.
Professor Martinez, who had hated me from day one flushed bright red. Swallowing hard, he nudged his glasses up his nose and said, “See me after class.”
“No thank-you.” I didn’t like him. His beady, pale eyes were unsettling. Or maybe it was the fact that the fir
