Twilah ignored all the snickers and whispers about how she was soaked.
In first, they were taking a test. Twilah didn’t do a single question. She sat there and listened to her ipod the whole time. The teacher didn’t even notice! But the students stared at her and glared at her in awe. Twilah simply smiled at them. When the bell rang. Mrs. Jenkins, the teacher, called Twilah to her desk.
“Twilah, I didn’t get a test from you.” She said.
“I know ma’am, I’m moving tomorrow.” Twilah said.
“Okay, but did you complete the test?” She asked.
“No,” Twilah said innocently. Mrs. Jenkins shook her head.
“Nevermind, one less to grade.” She said
Twilah took her time on her way to second. She talked to any familiar face she saw. She told them she was moving and explained why she was so wet. The bell rang and Twilah walked casually into class. She hated math because of her teacher, Mr. Cripson. “You’re late,” He said without even looking at her.
“So?” Twilah glared at him. She’d been wanting to do this for awhile.