She could get lost in here. She could stay for hours, hide from the whole crazy world. From her parents and Tehillah and Shani and the dumb high school application
She couldn’t go back to school. How could she?
Mrs. Hertz would be standing in the front of the classroom, pacing the aisles, giving her that cold glare… Rachelli shuddered.
So that’s why her teacher hadn’t liked her. Maybe she’d thought Rachelli knew all along.
“Don’t talk about this, especially not in school,” Mommy had warned. “It’s not public knowledge yet, and it’s lashon hora besides. She’s your teacher, we have to be sensitive to her.”
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