Disguised Amongst Mortals
"La-ame," she drawls, focused on a certain speck of dust on one of her nails. "You're a real party pooper, you know that?"
You don't get to respond as your homeroom teacher enters. Mr. Kwake, a big, kind, harmless man, would be your favorite teacher if he only spoke up a little. He stutters, and unfortunately, your class is ruthless, Lottie included. "U-Um, class, s-settle d-down."
"Shut UP, fatso," Lottie calls, and Mr. Kwake shrinks into his sweater. It has a puppy on it, which makes you feel worse. Lottie's always like this, so you've gotten used to it, but you feel a pang of…something. Maybe you should say something.
You don't get to respond as your homeroom teacher enters. Mr. Kwake, a big, kind, harmless man, would be your favorite teacher if he only spoke up a little. He stutters, and unfortunately, your class is ruthless, Lottie included. "U-Um, class, s-settle d-down."
"Shut UP, fatso," Lottie calls, and Mr. Kwake shrinks into his sweater. It has a puppy on it, which makes you feel worse. Lottie's always like this, so you've gotten used to it, but you feel a pang of…something. Maybe you should say something.