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Catching Fireflies. Sherryl Woods
Читать онлайн.Название Catching Fireflies
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isbn 9781408996157
Автор произведения Sherryl Woods
Жанр Контркультура
Серия MIRA
Издательство HarperCollins
She was still debating whether or not to risk it, when a shadow fell across the table. She looked up to find Annabelle scowling down at her.
“You need to watch it, slut,” Annabelle said.
She spoke in a sneering way that made Misty wonder how half the town could think Annabelle was some sweet little Southern belle. Of course, most people had never seen this mean side of her.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” Annabelle prodded when Misty remained determinedly silent. “You are such a loser.”
Enough, Misty thought, squaring her shoulders. “If I’m such a loser, why are you so obsessed with me?” she retorted, feeling a certain amount of pride in having finally spoken up to her tormentor.
“Obsessed? Are you kidding me? You’re just an annoyance.”
“Is that because your boyfriend wants to go out with me?” Misty asked, knowing she was pushing her luck but suddenly beyond caring.
Color rose in Annabelle’s cheeks. Her eyes glittered with fury. “You stay away from Greg, you hear me?”
“I’m not the one making the passes,” Misty reminded her. “If you’ve got a problem keeping him in line, tell him. Leave me out of it.”
Annabelle stared at her with momentary shock, then looked for all the world as if she was about to start tearing Misty’s hair out. She’d just reached toward her, when Mrs. Martin appeared.
“Girls, you need to keep your voices down,” she said, then frowned at Annabelle. “Do you have a pass to be in here?”
Annabelle flushed guiltily. “No, ma’am.”
“Then I suggest you get to whatever class you’re due to attend before they count you as tardy.”
“What about her?” Annabelle asked.
Misty held up her pass. “All nice and legal,” she said with a sense of triumph.
Mrs. Martin smiled at Misty, then waved off Annabelle. “Run along.”
Only after Annabelle had gone did Mrs. Martin turn back to Misty. “I know perfectly well that pass was for last period, young lady, but it was obvious to me the two of you were having some kind of spat. Knowing how Annabelle can be, I assume she started it.”
Misty stared at her wide-eyed. “You’re blaming Annabelle?”
Mrs. Martin regarded her with a steady gaze. “Am I wrong?”
For the first time in weeks, Misty felt a tiny shred of hope. Still, confirming Mrs. Martin’s guess could lead to the kind of showdown she’d been hoping to avoid. Better just to be grateful for the support and keep silent.
“It was no big deal, Mrs. Martin. Really.”
The librarian didn’t look convinced. “I’m not sure I believe that, but I’ll let it pass. Just promise me that if there is more to it, you’ll speak to me or one of your teachers and get it straightened out. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Misty said. “Do I have to go to my next class?”
“Just this once I’ll pretend that pass really is for an extra credit English project, just the way you told me when you came in.” She gave her a stern look. “Just don’t make a habit of this kind of thing, okay?”
“No way,” Misty promised readily. “Thank you.”
Mrs. Martin smiled at her. “I wish more of the students loved spending time in here the way you do and showed the same respect for the books. You’re going to make something of yourself one day, Misty. Don’t let anyone steer you off the path you’re on to do that.”
She walked away and left Misty in tears for the second time in the past hour, but these tears didn’t feel nearly the same. They felt good.
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