Mimi jumps. She feels invaded, somehow, that she’s being watched
There’s a crowd around Kayla’s desk, jostling and arguing as they vie for attention.
“Kayla, pleeeeaaase check mine over, I totally messed it up…”
“Heyyy, hold on! I was here first.”
“Tomorrow I’ll issue tickets, with a numbering system,” Kayla announces. There’s a brief silence, then a titter, as if her classmates aren’t sure if she’s joking.
Mimi, standing with narrowed eyes in the doorway, knows she isn’t.
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