Mr. Sir had him by the throat. “Does anyone see anything wrong with my face?” asked Mr. Sir, as he continued to choke the boy.
Nobody said anything. Mr. Sir let the boy go. His head banged against the table as he fell to the ground.
Mr. Sir stood over him and asked, “How does my face look to you now?”
A gurgling sound came out of the boy’s mouth, then he managed to gasp the word, “Fine.”
“I’m kind of handsome, don’t you think?” “Yes, Mr. Sir.”
Out on the lake, the other boys asked Stanley what he knew about Mr. Sir’s face, but he just shrugged and dug his hole.
If he didn’t talk about it, maybe it would go away. He worked as hard and as fast as he could, not trying to pace himself.
He just wanted to get off the lake and away from Mr. Sir as soon as possible.
Besides, he knew he’d get a break. “Whenever you’re ready, just let me know,” Zero had said.
The first time the water truck came, it was driven by Mr. Pendanski. The second time, Mr. Sir was driving.
No one said anything except “Thank you, Mr. Sir” as he filled each canteen.
No one even dared to look at his grotesque face. As Stanley waited, he ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth and inside his cheeks.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색