“Maya Markowitz?” Ms. Petosa was saying. “Here,” said a girl about four desks down from me.
“Miles Noury?” “Here,” said the kid that had been sitting with Henry Joplin.
As he walked back to his desk, I saw him shoot Henry a “poor you” look.
“August Pullman?” said Ms. Petosa. “Here,” I said quietly, raising my hand a bit.
“Hi, August,” she said, smiling at me very nicely when I went up to get my folder.
I kind of felt everyone’s eyes burning into my back for the few seconds I stood in the front of the class,
and everybody looked down when I walked back to my desk. I resisted spinning the combination when I sat down,
even though everyone else was doing it, because she had specifically told us not to.
I was already pretty good at opening locks, anyway, because I’ve used them on my bike.
Henry kept trying to open his lock but couldn’t do it. He was getting frustrated and kind of cursing under his breath.
Ms. Petosa called out the next few names. The last name was Jack Will.
After she handed Jack his folder, she said: “Okay, so, everybody write your combinations down somewhere safe that you won’t forget, okay?”
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