The Haunted School
"Excuse me," you say loudly, "I have a question."
All eyes are on you now. The woman looks at you blankly, her face unreadable. She tilts her head slightly to the left, examining you, as if she is trying to categorize what sort of loathsome creature she has just come across and failing. The man with the goatee stares at you with open hostility.
"Never mind," you say, meekly. "It can wait."
All eyes are on you now. The woman looks at you blankly, her face unreadable. She tilts her head slightly to the left, examining you, as if she is trying to categorize what sort of loathsome creature she has just come across and failing. The man with the goatee stares at you with open hostility.
"Never mind," you say, meekly. "It can wait."