"Student number 242, come forward!"
Cevan groaned. A reprimand on top of last week's detention meant another lecture from Dad. Not to mention the point loss... 'The Value of Education, Part 4,' ought to be good, he thought cynically.
He was halfway up the aisle towards the teacher, Ms. Vesper. Vesper the Viper, the others called her. He could see her now, her grotesque mouth in a grimace. It looked like she'd smudged her lipstick too.
"Student 242- Cevan- you have been performing a bit below par." Her mouth formed the words like they hurt her. "I would ignore it, but your conduct has been... unsightly."
I'm starting work on this again, comments appreciated.
