It had been a rainy day in May class as boring as ever when a monitor knocked at room 405’s door. Mrs. Berger the History teacher shook her blond sheitel finished her sentence and opened the door. “Yes?” she asked looking down at the eighth-grade monitor. Instead of replying the girl handedMrs.Berger a small square piece of pink paper. The entire class looked on in interest — exceptLeah. In her entire seven years of school those messages were never for her. “LeahLemmel ”Mrs.Berger called.Leah sat up straight as a pencil and the girls all stared. “Please go straight home after school. I don’t know why ” she continued answering the question inLeah’s eyes.
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