ALLISON’S POV
Mrs. Tompson is going on and on at the podium, and thanks to Katy’s notes, I sort of know what she’s talking about.
But sort of won’t save me for midterms. There’s no amount of tutoring Katy could give that would help me now, not even if she handed over her brain on a silver platter. And of course, she’s still bent on making me read and prep like I actually have a chance. Like, thanks, but I’m already circling the drain here.
“Stop drawing that bug,” she whispers in my ear, and I flinch.
See? She’s just so mother-hen sometimes.
“It’s a butterfly,” I whisper back, and she scrunches her nose like she can’t even with me.
Sometimes, I let my brain wander and picture her future husband or how she’s gonna boss her kids around. I just want a little peek into that world.
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