Tears fell fast and furiously on the sheet of paper under her nose.
Brushing them away, she peered anxiously at the bottom. The signature and remarks were curt and biting.
Lifting her head, she stared at the prim face, seated five rows away. Her tormentor looked back at her sedately for a few seconds.
She wished she knew then what she knew now.
She'd meant it as a harmless joke. One that had backfired!
How was she to know that the new teacher would be so strict when it came to the use of SMS-styled lingo in a Literary essay?
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