The poem was already a week old, but so many of the emotions were still true. She still questioned herself, still felt uncertain about her place with Tim. But, she still felt the rush of feelings, the attraction and need to know more, to be more with him.
One of the brainiacs walked to the front of the room. He put his test booklet and answer sheet on the front desk and looked up at the clock before he turned back to his desk. Katelyn looked at the clock, too. She cringed. She had 18 minutes left. She looked over at the “test race winner” with a begrudging frown. He didn’t notice because he had already picked up a novel and was leaning back comfortably reading.
She took a deep breath, straightened, and skipped to the character matching. When the bell rang, she had completed all the questions she felt good about and was finishing up with guessing on the others.
Since it was the last day of class, a couple students went up to say goodbye to Teacher Woman. Suckups, thought Katelyn, and she slid past them into the hall.