She looked back down at her homework, his voice echoing in her head over the question. “I can only think you’re not facing up to something.”
Not facing up to what? She wiggled the pen with her thumb and forefinger, thinking. She stopped.
She crossed out her previous, rambling answer and started again.
“I have a friend,” she wrote, picturing another, snob voice, hands on her hips, “who was fined for something she didn’t do. Her best friend is lording it over her and everyone else, when she was the one who did it.”
There. Now the teacher was gonna wanna talk about this. She’ll want to talk about this, and she’ll have to get involved in this.
She squeezed her eyes shut. This might all not work out. Sally’s best friend was pretty manipulative. She was scared of her.
It was the right thing to do. Right?