"And one more thing, Mimi,” Mrs. Stern continues. "From now on, in all my classes, I’d like you to sit in the front row"
The mechaneches’s office is too warm. Mimi glances at the windows, tightly shut.
“Sit down, Mimi,” Mrs. Stern says, indicating the chair in front of the desk.
Mimi sits, but the teacher remains standing, flipping through her grade book quietly. Mimi shifts in her chair and wonders if she could just stand up again. Sitting feels too… vulnerable, somehow.
“You can do better,” Mrs. Stern says suddenly, looking up and fixing Mimi with a look that was probably intended to be concerned, but instead comes across as accusing. “I know you can, Mimi. Your grades in the past have been… higher than this.”
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